Poetical Works IV
Compiled by Julius Roluxrix of the Heralds of the Ancients
Arakas the Fated
by Etriet Forock
Unmasking the shadows call
Hearing all of heaven's cries
For a darkened light
For a grateful curse
For a whisper from the skies
Yet the clouds begin to deepen
To a darker crimson red
Dripping flakes of
Sun-soaked ash
Upon the watcher's head
And still he watches, longing
For that unearthly hollowed song
That calming tune
That dying wish
That hope which angels long
Still he spreads his wings out further
Covering all that's past
Blackened feathers
Falling shadows
And a final, lasting glance
Our Guiding Stars
by the Court of the Ancients
Walking neath the endless shade
Searching through that delicate glade
Wandering among those shadows of white
Looking towards neither morn
nor night...
These leaves fluttering around in a quiet daze
Entangled wearily in this silvery haze
Drop down and away from the stars in the sky
Towards new hope and wonder
where fireflies fly...
The night may be falling
The ground may be cold
The lights may be fading
The trees growing old
But still the wind whispers
That sweet silky tune
Of times not forgotten
And tears from the moon
Breezes may again start their quieting dance
Bidding the forests a farewell and a glance
But those fair little lights wavering up in the sky
Will always peer down
with a curious eye
It's sure to amuse even the smallest of these
With the laughable wonder that simplifies ease
That two who may wander in their calm, weary light
Will only find peace in the other's
own sight
Ursidae the Wise
by Kanrayu Riverwalker
Grandest of the beasts below
and saintly charge of the skies above
tirelessly
watching,
waiting,
willing,
a neutral force of of death and love
Never to break the precious command
of nature at work in Her bountiful land
but should ill intrude its sinuous hand
Her jaws will send to the halls of the damned
The skies did shake with thunder and might
rained acid and fire, and whirlwinds alight
Elements, all Hers to command,
judge and jury,
executioner,
for peace in her motherland
Nothing the same, even once quiet came,
tirelessly watching,
waiting,
willing
Regrowth. Rebirth.