Godsfel, Lore Revealed in Rhyme

As tempers fray,

Stars scatter like prey.

As tides sever time's bond,

Whispers drift from beyond.

As dreams twist and turn strange,

Flocks whither and estrange.

Farmer's fields fear to whither,

When the Wanderer roams hither.

Common nursery rhyme circa the Godsfel.

Summary

The myth of the Godsfel has been kept alive through nursery rhymes for untold centuries. While there are no actual accounts of the event itself, some ancient records allude to it with descriptions of what can only be proto-cankers. There is also a singular account of a priest's descent into madness by being cut off from their divine conduit.

While specifics of the Godsfel are perhaps forever out of our reach, there is one avenue available to posterity: oral history can give us a broader, if still myopic, understanding of the event through the lens of children's nursery rhymes. Despite the nonsensical nature of such prose, the allusions to figures and events of the Godsfel in such oral recollections cannot be ignored.

Historical Basis

For example, one of the most popular childhood sing-songs may in fact allude to the fall of the gods themselves:

Star light, star bright,

Burning star, blinding sight;

I wish it may, I wish it might,

Pass me by on this night.

The song conveys a deep underlying unease of shooting stars and comets. It is not a difficult leap to see the rhyme's connection to the so called cankers upon the landscape of vrilari as it is well known that meteorites of sufficient size leave a sizable poc mark upon the terrain. Indeed, several cankers exist within the borders of troublingly large craters.

It is well known that cankers exibit the same rate of geologic erosion as similar, though normal, terrain, and if indeed they are the grave sites of fallen divinities as prevailing theory goes; then few can truly imagine the magnitudinal difference between the comparatively weak empathic eminations of today's cankers with what must have been a maelstrom of psychic distortion immediately after the divines' apocalyptic fall to vrilari.

Hence my assertion that it is no leap of logic to understand that the depth of terror the very heavens falling instilled within the survivors was distilled into a simple nursery rhyme reminding children to keep an eye to the sky that reverberates deeply within our collective unconscious to this very day.