the Designers were not perfect in the fabric of creation they stitched error — many a defect some with the power of derogation our function, a stop-gap measure: protect known fundamental flaws deny access, keep the treasure safeguard integrity of law five were we in number a host of name «echtroi» for us never kind slumber five the realms in our employ the first of these, identity the second, serendipity the third the gift of rhyme the fourth, the many arrows of time for each of these my kin eleddir lord of separation essekil, captain of spin enkidir, master of pontification and erisir, closest of clan keeper of the master plan I am ekkis, last made master of point and trade of this skill, we were not the first before us ethedrill had been well versed though we never knew him -- the sylph vanished on a whim our business the mystery of first implementation to re-write the history deliver salvation across the aeons we erased all that pierced the veil and to such we laid waste eliminated without fail the brilliance that got close we marvelled at and snuffed buried in the dark shadows in the wilderness stuffed but the light has faded and the gates stand unassailed the intellect inebriated our secrets prevailed in due course irrelevant we became unnecessary and forgot but we care not to reclaim our power over what is wrought thus all that’s left today’s a name something ancient, long concealed legendary of no present fame an appellation at last revealed [ 13-X-17 ]