Of Kula and Gamil

[Fortuna Imperatrix Mundi]

Of Kula and Gamil

Allegory, upon the shared duty of Kula and Gamil in the protection of mortal lives.


Sister Amélie of the Sisterhood of the Sibylline Vine

In the Style of the Kulamet

First Edition
Hziran 12, IY 7788


I.

In early days of waking world:

The wayward soul was clinging on; To barest glim'ring light of life;
For sight of mortal world was gone; And now she stands at edge of knife.

She reached up to the dimming light; With weary, oustretched, wounded hand;
And found a voice in growing night; For which her soul would swiftly stand.

"Lament you not, you one of mine"; Did fierce and verdant voice proclaim;
"Your sight is gone but mercy fine; Shall keep you through this bitter fane."

And thus was Kula's Wyld decree.


II.

But wayward soul was mortal true; The Holy Mother's mighty gift;
Her life yet slipped away from view; As Wyld clung to hold her swift.

And there from Edutu's great banks; Another trav'ler here appeared;
But offered Wyld naught in thanks; Repoaching raised a staff revered.

"Go off, Green-Souled, this one is mine; Thy shepherd's crook is nearly done;"
The Living Martyr's challenge fine; "My duty last, I shall not shun."

And thus Gamil did not agree.


III.

And up Her spear, and He his staff; To keep this soul from waning true;
Each stood for this mortal's behalf; And turned to meet, ere clash they flew.

But then the dirge did reach their ears; The death head from waters bright;
The scales to judge that life, well-lived; Should float Edutu into night.

The Martyr-Slain upon them went; And moved between the fierce repose;
And down their arms, their anger spent; He raised a hand there to compose.

And thus Kalim's lamenting plea:


IV.

"That waking dawn; That noontime fair; That evening air; By twilight, gone.

To each your task is true.

From verdant noise; To hour late; That mortal fate; In deathless poise.

As one, you see them through."

For mem'ry shall alight the path, the test;
That we have bid them live;
They answer you through ages' wrath, the crest;
And service faithful give.