The Song of the Jungle
In the silence
The flutter of an Izam,
The monotonous drumbeat of dew,
Which drips from heavy leaves on muddy ground.
In the dripping
Sultry, soundless heat
And no breeze
Moves the toxic ascending haze
Or blows away the sound of silence.
From the song cycle of an unknown Matis poet
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Salazar CaradiniFilira Matia
Royal Historian
Member of the Royal Academy of Yrkanis
First Seraph of the Order of the Argo Navis