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.
