Ineia 11
Written in Ineia's richly appointed suite of rooms in House Neras, under the full moon, as she waited for dinner and betrayal. Intended to be sung, the tune something between a chant and a lullaby.
The flowing blood to clot
The healing hands to work
On burning brow most hot.
The seeping wound to close
The broken bone to mend
The healing hands to work
The fainting gently tend
The throbbing head to treat
The aching chest to ease
The healing hands to work
Each torment to appease
The festering sore to cleanse
The blistering burn to salve
The healing hands to work
in curing deadly plague.
The groaning man to soothe
The shivering child to warm
The healing hands to work
Keep suffering souls from harm.
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