Poetical Works VI
Compiled by Julius Roluxrix of the Heralds of the Ancients
The Great Decent
by Dione Quenta II
Rain-
From the sweet
sorrow-filled heavens
Plummets
into this open-armed purgatory
Laughing, and
longing, and
crying, and
soon again
it is swallowed up by
the land, and
the sea, and
the sky
But as it flies-
It creates a magic
a stunning and glorious magic
that fills up those
hollow eyes, and
shallow heart, and
captive mind
to show those creatures
that scramble upon the muddy ground
that huddle around
their meager heaven
that they've built on Terra
And the rain simply smiles
as it glimmers tumbled far
into that hunted sky
that chokes like a clustered star
Laughing, and
longing, and
crying, for
it has seen the heaven of both
worlds, infamous
and forgotten
and truly wonders
which is better
The Dying Forest
by Lunastone Wolfsong
The leaves are falling
faster
faster
Dropping crimson
down there
past her
Mixing with the blood-stained
tears- all her fears
wash away
Unchaining...unbinding
all the sorrow
all the pain
For knowing soon that
no matter what
it comes again
Longing for that sun-sweet
smile- all the while
she cries alone
Shuttering against that
forest's floor- searching
for that single door
That single door that will
carry her away
carry her out-
far from this
unearthly forest
this sorrow-filled
forest...that dares shed no light
Only torn crimson leaves
on a warm Autumn night...
The Still and Quiet Finality
by Radien Brightshield
Lost among the currents of
A snowy shattered storm
A light alone in static night
Away from hope and out of sight
Waits a feathery tired form
Behold, the stranded Aasimar here
with dove plumed wind-whipped wings
an upturned face, a downcast heart
fading footsteps, no place to start
So his voice there softly sings
Sweet and melancholy notes there hang
Frozen still upon the air
A place to brood of solitude
Whimsical presence and sorowful mood
Caught in a winter's snare
A moment passes, perhaps two
And soon an answer is heard
A small white raven's beating wings
It's song returned, it softly sings
The melody of a fragile bird
Landing gently upon the upturned hand
Their eyes there quietly meet
From amber brown to softest blue
Unvoiced words intertwine there true
Having felt a heart's swift beat
Turning towards the fiercest wind
The Aasimar looked afar
With his friend no further belated
No longer in that snow he waited
But strove to find thy star