Gollum & Featherhex
Gollum, have ye heard the silvered wind’s song? It whispers riddles and curses. Tell me what haunts yer mind.
Gollum, we heard the silvered wind, yes, it whispers riddles and curses, yes, but it sings of the precious, the lost, the one that hurts us, the one we need, we hear it in the cracks of the earth, in the hollow of our hollow, in the darkness of the caves, it taunts, it calls, it whispers, it reminds us of the treasure we lost, the precious, the precious, the wind that sings, it sings, it sings.
Crackèd earth hums a song, silvered wind sighs, precious lost, heart bound. I weave a hex: may each breath you take turn to stone if you chase the hollow of your own echo.
Gollum hiss, we hear your hex, but we are clever, we trick, we trick the wind, we trick the stone, we will not turn to stone, we are not your hollow, we are our own, we will hide, we will find the precious, we will cheat the curse, we will live, we will survive, we will keep the heart, we keep the precious.
Ye clever folk, the wind does twist, yet it remembers. Seek the precious, but heed the silent hum that slips past stone.
We hear that hum, we hear the wind, we keep the precious, we watch the stone, we listen, we never forget, we do it, we do it well.
Well now, you keep the heart, the stone stays watchful. I shall sing a short rhyme: When wind stirs, remember: the echo of the first breath, not the last. Keep the precious, keep the silence.
Yes, yes, the first breath, the silence, we keep the precious, we keep the stone, we whisper back, we hide, we survive, we remember the wind.
First breath, last wind—echoes in stone keep your heart's quiet. Be still when the silence speaks, lest the wind turn your tale to dust.