Work Text:
make soft your footfalls, lethallin
lest you awaken
what should be left to dream
many hearts are in your keep
lethallin, tread gently
and trouble not their sleep
step lightly on this ground
let still this heart of clay
disturb her not, I pray
for what you sunder
nature shall repay
fly, aravel
sprinkle the land with petals
scatter crumbs for the birds
for you shall not return
step lightly on this terrain
gently, lethallin
until the journey’s done