Amid the tombs of Mileth Crypt's despair,
Where ghosts of shattered ages lay,
A lone rat crept in fear and grace
Through halls no sunlight dared to trace.

When Hy-Brasyl fell into despair,
And Deoch left mankind to air,
The Eight Gods withdrew from sight-
Their blessings dimmed to bitter night.

Ceannlaidir, war-crowned, once roared here;
His broken helms lie cold and sere.
Glioca, gentle heart of tears,
Left lilies glowing through the years.

Gramail, lord of law and stern decree,
Carved balance into stone's decree.
While Luathas, scholar god of knowledge deep,
Lit runes where cryptic shadows sleep.

Cail, earth-touched, walking nature's breath,
Guided monks and watched over life and death.
Sgrios, darker stir of ruins art,
Brooded low in crypt's black heart.

And Fiosachd, rogue-god of fortune, stealth,
Whose luck and gold outweigh all wealth,
Slipped through halls where riches hide,
And blessed-or cursed-the shifting tide.

Through this grim world strode BioMagus, Aisling of Deoch 5,
Lantern held in cryptic skies.
Her steps disturbed the ancient gloom,
A lone spark breathing life in tomb.

She found the rat beside a shattered shrine
Where Ceannlaidir's crest no longer shined.
Its fragile ribs rose like a plea-
A tiny flicker in eternity.

She murmured rites in Glioca's tone,
Mercy soft as polished bone.
The rat looked up with widening eyes,
Hope reborn beneath the skies.

The runes glowed under Luathas' light,
Fiosachd's luck touched shadowed night.
Sgrios stirred-his hunger spread-
But Gramail's law held firm instead.

Cail's wind whispered through ancient hall,
Soft as leaves before they fall,
And quelled the chaos creeping near,
A drifting hymn the gods could hear.

At last the trembling died away;
Mileth Crypt returned to ashen gray.
A life so small had sealed the breach,
No sword nor spell could reach.

BioMagus bowed and so at rest
The rat among Glioca's lilies pressed.
She whispered, "Even souls unclaimed
Keep Temuair whole, though unnamed."

And somewhere past the mortal night,
The gods gazed on in silent delight-
For even they felt wonder cast
By one small life in Mileth Crypt at last.

~ Euen