RoguishBard

From the moment of our birth, upon this sage and ancient earth It was thus decided we would bear not a single name, but three But if your true name you would know, heed well thus the naming go: The first, the name the Maker gives and bestows upon everything that lives And though preferred our doom forestalled, the name has power when it's called For we cannot run, or escape our blame, when sounds this inevitable, inscrutable name The second name, a familiar tone, for none are born in this world alone The name is chosen by whim or fate, by those whose love our form create A malleable name that is warped and nicked, when by another it is picked But still a meaning is assigned, and by it, our lives are thus defined There stands the Two, but what of the Third? The mightiest, highest, most ineffable Word? The first is a secret, the second well-known, but the last some live having never have known A truth to the ages long cast adrift, is that the power of Naming is our birthright and