Author: Sam

Story: A Weyrharper's Repertoire: 13 of 14

Series: Islinne Weyr

Note: C�rus is frustrated with the comments of those non-Weyr folk after a Threadfall. Based on You Say the Battle is Over by John Denver.

You say that threadfall is over,
Finally the thread is long gone,

Tell those who must tend to the wings that won't mend,
Or tell those who have lost half their soul.

And scream it to the sky as the riders pass by,
Whose lives have been threatened each pass,

See the pain in their eyes, from the memories of cries,
Of friends and companions they've lost.

And you say that threadfall is over,
Finally the weary can rest,

And you cover your eyes as the wounded still die,
And the Weyr is surrounded in grief.

There are those who would see to the heart of the pain,
There are those who deny what they see.

Though some men are caring, most are too weak,
To see all the damage that's done.

For each death is not grieved by only a few,
The entire Weyr feels the loss,

It's painfully tragic, that these creatures, majestic,
Be lost in this fight against silver rain.

From great Queens, to Bronzes, to Browns, Blues, and Greens,
They will die to protect you from thread,

From Threadscores, to burn marks, to the death of their mates,
It's a dangerous life that they tread.

You say that threadfall is over,
Finally the thread is long gone,

Tell those who must tend to the wings that won't mend,
Or tell those who have lost half their soul.

And scream it to the sky as the riders pass by,
Whose lives have been threatened each pass,

See the pain in their eyes, from the memories of cries,
Of friends and companions they've lost.