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Ancient Thassilonian Scroll (note: this has formal rhyme and meter in Thassilonian) see also:part 2 of 2

Great is the daughter of Heaven

Who tortures infants

Her hand is a net, her embrace is death.

She is cruel, raging, angry, predatory

A runner, a thief is the daughter of Heaven.

She graces the bellies of women in labor.

She pulls out the gravid woman’s child.

The daughter of Heaven is one of the Gods, her bretheren

With no child of her own.

Her head is a jackal’s head. Her body is a mother’s body.

She roars like a lion.

If arcane power is your desire/longing

Runeforge must/shall be your destination

For only there does the Runelord’s art

Receive its pure practice.

On eastern shores of the steaming mirror

As darkness prepares to gaze upon the world

Seven faces wait in silence

Encircled guardians at Runeforge gate.

Each stone the grace of seven lords,

Each ruler clutches his key

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