Verses of the realm

Planar Companions

A man of clan and honor,

A woman of wind and sea,

One born half-breed slave,

Two who respond to nature's call,

The last with heart of darkest flame,

All come to repair life's tapestry.

Tests they take to prove true,

Open up hearts and minds to possibility,

Lessons learned were quick indeed,

But all proved to be of worth,

Each now gifted with elements,

To nurture and grow inside.

Virtues can sustain you,

If used in proper measure,

If too little or too much,

They can burn without censure,

So the question stands,

Will honor burn steady

Ot will he flare and sputter?

Salt breeze and crashing surf,

Steady hand and sure feet,

On the swaying boards,

A part of, apart from,

Frothy swirling foam,

But ever in her heart,

The rainbow reefs of home.

Born to a life free from purpose lacked,

Freed to a world of purpose chosen,

Strung along on journey for safety's mighty call,

Knowledge shared to soar,

To seek to dance among the clouds,

And deny the world's great pull.

Far from the Frozen North

Doth the woods man wander,

Over hill and dale, through wood and water,

To seek that which he already knew,

The embrace of the great earthen mother.

Born half of the treetops,

And half of blockish blight,

Seeking to find herself,

Amidst the streets and strife,

Still will answer hearts desire,

Seeking solace among the trees,

The wondrous natural spire.

Child brought forth from the deepest dark,

One of ash and flame,

Long lost cousin

Of the blood,

Drawn to the cold, darkflame.

Love Lost

Forgotten Realm, Forgotten Home

But the heart remembers true,

Love of Light, Heart of Darkness

She lives in the shadowed twilight,

Searching for what she lost

Repairing what the squid-face shattered,

Showing him he truly matters.

Lessons she was to be taught,

Power to make forget,

Did the ancients burn.

Extra did they have to use,

To dampen down the bond,

Created with death and life,

First one once to be born again,

The other twice to be torn from heav'n,

The former's death

Shattered the latter,

A block did form to ease the pain,

Of true love lost,

On the master's psycic blade.

The latter's second death,

Heav'n torn asunder,

Did warn him of his true love's slumber,

Wake she would, born anew

In the womb of the one

Who bade him return.

The anger did posses him then,

How dare the powers conspire

Keep him out of the hallowed plains

Of elven paradise.

He did choose to return for her

But had to again,

Forgetful as to why,

He was back from death again.

Others ,though, did see

The connection between he and she,

The mother it did irk,

His subordinates it did amuse,

His anger did it arouse,

And he new not why.

'til one day she did rebel,

on the cusp betwixt girl and lady,

did not leave the scene,

disappeared she did'

to parts unknown,

disquiet did settle then,

where her presence was in head.

A hundred year did pass'

Before he found the trail,

Just to play hit and miss,

As she ran to throw pursuit.

He left soon after she dropped the plane,

A path of destruction in his wake,

But all was not lost,

He sought her out the other way,

Amidst the shredded tatters,

In the tapestry of his mind.

Now it stands,

He only did this once,

The misconception of her youth,

Lifted from his eyes.

She, however, could not muster, strength enough to venture past the frozen waste,

That was the way between,

One to the other,

Before the deep black flame.

But as she wandered,

And while she grew,

A search of the past

She did renew.

Now at the obsidian wall,

She doth stand.

No icy death threatening to receive

So forward she doth go,

Into the tattered pieces

Of an ancient past,

For he endured

Where she did pass'

The tattered pieces she did weave,

That which she's mended

She also receives.

Removing the shadows from his soul,

And taking them to herself.

Parts to ease the pain'

She heals the light within his soul,

And smiles at the pain it brings her.

Of One Blood

The Lost and unfound,

Loved and forgotten,

Held and rejected.

All these we are

Who linger in the dark,

Longing to see again,

Those who pushed away,

Us who would do their

Dirty deeds,

Not flinching from the work.

The first wars they did use,

As an excuse to say'

That which you do

In the dark,

We do in the light of day.

So war and death

Did banish blood,

From the burning flame.

Time drew on

It was decided,

Those of the warring ways

Were completely unwanted.

So it was that our first bretheren

Turned to the dark,

And so it is now

Those who walk the light,

And bleed the nations,

Do remind of our Ashling line.

Chaos reigns

Winds of utter crazyness

Howl here all around

Up is down and down is up,

So walk here all around

Fights are even harder

to not know friend from foe,

equine beauty cantered up

they proceeded to snort and foam,

bolts did miss their mark

two swords did fly from their owners

one was skillfully saved

the other could not recover,

she who could did

and managed a special feat

for inspration in such howling nosie

no other could complete

she twirled to the ranger

and showed off her bardic knack

continuing her sweet song,

she did tumble to

the honorable human of great skill

and added to her tune.

She danced upon the ceiling

Playing in the flames

Adding to the symphony

The nightmares very own flames.

The group did defeat them

On short order after that

And now keep in mind

That not all is as it seems

In the heart of Pandemonium.