Three seeds I saw upon one tree
Of rowan, ash, and oak.
With care I set them in the dust
To guide and teach our folk.
Three trees, nine limbs, five hundred leaves
One season for each root.
Let each seed sleep in slumber deep
And then the throne renew.
When mountain shakes and Sower wakes
The throne shall bloom again.
One choice, one will, one binding word
Shall bless or scourge all lands.
This version is incomplete. The full version can be read as The Final Dream of Kosarayn. A version annotated by a scholar is also available.