Where are you Wren?

(The Three Provinces: 189 Uthmor 354)

Where is the Wren?
Who dreamed of blood spilled
Who dreamed shattered rainbows,
Is she captured or killed?
Is she lonely, alone?
Color of mud, colored like stone,
Colored by sorrow like bone wind ravaged weathered…
Little bird, little wren, sad eyed and feathered.

Where are you Wren?
Know our prayers fly to thee,
That you fly if you’re caged,
That you fly and be free!

Why do the hideous Grobesh torment?
Why bloody dreams?
Why are they sent?
Why on this little bird falls the weight as it seems,
Little bird, little wren,
If they have you, what then?

Where are you Wren?
Know our prayers fly to thee,
That you fly if you’re caged,
That you fly and be free!

         Fynn

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