Author's Note: This poem is about the K'veer Chamber, and its great significance to the story of Atrus and Yeesha. The main characters of each verse, in order of the poem and in chronological order, are: Ti'ana (BoT), Gehn (BoA, between prologue and first chapter), Atrus (BoA), the Stranger (Myst), Marrim (BoD), Yeesha (Between M4R and Uru), and a modern-day explorer (PotS).
Sorry if the amount of syllables in each line don't equal each other. It's free verse.
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The Chamber
She sees a chamber, fine and elegant
A well-polished mural of a king looks up at his domain with pride
Doors open to the outside, beckoning all who are welcome to enter
With the aid of the gentle glow of firemarbles.
She runs her hand over the smooth design
Engraved on the pillars and on the walls
Her new friends call to her to continue the tour
Yet she has so many questions about this one room
Her soft footsteps echo and fade out
As she ponders about the truth of this mysterious people
Not knowing the catastrophe she shall bring
Nor the hope that will come after
He sees a chamber, fine, but not as elegant
A dusty mural of a king looks up in disgust at his diminished lair
Doors open to the outside, but nobody dares to enter
Because there is nobody left to enter
He sees the blood of his friends, his people
Cursing his mothers' name, putting the blame on her
Clutching the fountain pen and scratching it on the book
He continues the legacy; the legacy of gods
Yes, it is his power now
The power to create and destroy
If only he could share it to someone
Someone to serve him and share his pain
He sees a chamber, cold and silent
A scratched mural of a king clenches his teeth in despair
The doors are locked now, sealed shut from the outside
Making the echoes louder; the silence bolder
The boy looks around in horror
At what his mad father has done
He must stop him, but how?
Oh, he should never have believed his wretched lies!
A book lies on the cold stone table
It must be a trap, yet it's the only way out
Perhaps a chance to stop his father's cruelty
Hesitating, he places his hand on the book and vanishes
Not knowing that he is being watched by both sides
He sees a chamber. The very symbol of loneliness
A mural of a king sits rests on the floor. But at least he has company
The thick doors remain closed, perhaps closed for good
The firemarbles glow weakly, aided by the flickering of a kerosene lamp
Alone the old man sits,
A slave to a Book, trapped by his cruel sons.
He cries as he writes
Weeping for his beloved wife and what has happened to his dear sons
But look! A traveler comes!
In his hand, he bears a ticket to freedom!
Yet all freedom has a price
So the scholar links back home, facing a terrible decision
She sees a chamber, filled with rubble and noise
A mural of a king, aged and cracked, hears the sound with long-forgotten joy
The doors are still closed, one buried by impossibly thick stone
Yet slowly, the pile is receding
Finally, the sage orders a halt
And pries open the door. Freedom at last
The youths murmur amongst themselves in delight
A new adventure has opened
Yet still, the girl feels one damper to her joy:
The elders
Alas, they will never allow her into this desolate ruin!
Yet still, she must fulfill her wild dreams
She sees a chamber, a house to countless memories
Webs of cracks on the mural mark out the king's tears
The cold stone doors are closed, the firemarbles are dim
Yet neither are obstacles for the chosen one
She sits at the desk, like her beloved father did many years before
Tears drip from her eyes as she writes one last letter
She is powerful now, conquering shadow, time, and distance
Never had she dreamed of this, yet her father did
Helping her, inspiring her to do wonders
Always his laughter. His chance to start again
Laying the note gently down on the cold stone table
She vanishes into thin air, off to fulfill her duty
I see a chamber, cold and dark
The kingly mural, now tarnished and cracked, has given up hope
The doors are barred forever. Silence lingers
The firemarbles are fading away, dying
Yet in this chamber, beginnings and endings are linked
I have seen it with my own eyes
I now know the truth. I have seen words fulfilled
The destiny of the Grower and the cavern has been revealed to me
Hope is not yet lost
I carry the burden now
A new tree grows
And the chamber will be beautiful once more