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He whispers to the water’s skin, “Carry my secrets, let them spin; Let the moonlight paint your crest, And bind the night in gentle rest.” When stars ignite the velvet dome, Bilat in Men returns to home. In hidden forges, sparks alight, He shapes the night from ember bright.

With hammer forged from comet’s tail, He molds the dreams that sailors hail; A compass forged of hope and fear, To guide the hearts that wander near. Morning drapes the hills in dew, And Bilat’s name is spoken anew. Children hum his silent hymn, While elders trace his legend’s rim. bilatinmen

He walks where shadows meet the day, Footfalls quiet, yet worlds obey; Each step a promise, each breath a rhyme, He gathers sunrise, folds it in time. The river sings of forgotten stones, Of lovers’ vows and ancient thrones. Bilat in Men bends the current’s flow, Turning silver currents into glow. He whispers to the water’s skin, “Carry my