Yes we were quite left behind

Because our hearts were made of mud,

And we found we could not fly like they did,

And so we set about to cut the stones

With a device they’d used to make their thrones of gold.

We made what started out to be a monument,

But as needs often be we used it for an armory and a shelter from the storms,

And later we dubbed it “Mugdock.”

But our eyes were blue

And they fly through the starry sky,

Still chasing the who, the what, the why,

Still learning the will, the wonder, the way

With our battle cry fresh on our ruby lips,

“Ne Oublie!”

“Do not forget ….”

Do not forego.

Forgive ye, well, the debtor’s debt,

But don’t forget,

And as you troll the bogs at dawn

From a fortnight long and drawn

And see the ivy twine the walls of Mugdock’s stone,

You’re not alone.

You have your will.

The only friend, 

The only enemy to your soul.

Do not let yourself be degraded

by your own self-will.

Do not gamble and do not bet

Against your self.

Do not trifle and do not pay

For any debt you do not owe!

Ne oublie!

Do not forget 

From whence you truly came

And for what purpose…

-jenn