Seven Sisters from Pilot by Noctobre

Summon, Seven Sisters – thy time has come.
Nature: the Pilot! First to rise.
Speak of the Bog.

Death, from the Ivy, twisted mass of venom.
Rise, o rise, ye Seven Sages.

Vine, o wicked strangler.
How the third avenges on.
Noble ballast – Grass, the pacifist.

Reconciliation – the fourth.
“Avenge me!” – The Vine unfurls.

The fifth: the mighty Oak – resolute in stature.
The wise conscience, universal arbiter –
mindful of the frivolity of its mindscape.
The fifth.

Subconscious – the vaunted sixth.
To know the unknown –
unrivaled onus.

Seven Sisters, awake!
Final Sage: the Pine,
Keeper of lore.
Chosen one has come
from dream – in his land….

“Pilot! Feel you the evil force in the sand?
Lore of the Pines unspoken – since banned.”

Sky opens – Atlantis raining down.
Seven Souls rise – the Legend comes true.

• Bog
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