Bey'orn

The beast now settles

all through his fire

a new land of being

content all the while

he draws the land

with a long claw drawn

piercing the moon

with tears from the sun

two creatures were made

just as before

three pillars of heart-string

sweet songs now bey'orn

twist thought into purpose

supple treats bear nought

their purpose unclear

search through the first plane

reflections pursue them

hound them till this day

pump from their questions

did three different planes

three layers of creation

hound them till this day

two serve only each

the pair high above

one stood firm in its place

cradle for their form

ebb into light

brilliance unsung bey'orn

flow from the push

soft dappled unto glow

a place to reflect

lay perfectly still

surrounded by orbs

forever lay still

fight for one poise

undying lay still

ever watching them battle

sunken until still

From the first came most terrible

Rage in its own form

strained and unbonded

untold misery she did sow

Seeds of cool perfection

unchanging to despise

quencher of deep anger

released from bleach ties

He looked down at her gifts

unmoved, ever watching

Blue steel calm embrace

glow soft in the stream

from anger and peace

life first did gleam

from will and creation

her thoughts broke the fall

war of two brothers

kneel now to their fall

great sorrow filled his maw

and wept onto the plane

sick tears of fearful mourning

grotesque and distorting

emotion and feeling

sensation and bleeding

pain and healing

covers and revealing

retribution and forgiveness

greed and generosity

mirth and despair

Freedom and Loyalty

Uncertainty and doubt

Hope and Truth

violence and conscription

intolerance and divinity

Parables of the definitive

the elements of clock

never ending like the center

vigilant and strong

one pushed at another

and strain would give way

selfless in occupation

moved only one way

hound the three till this day

One score and a pair

Magics and Unfaith

essence of this new world

hound them till this day

Great shelters grew before them

a place to exist

from nought but themselves

had they created this bliss

unending in the places

the others looked with greed

unable to reach them

smeared death with cold fear

perfect harmony

none dared interfere

place of great power

grinding on points tear

from anger and sadness

this place had been laid

dominion of purpose

hound them till this day

three beings of great purpose

lay perfectly still

Great shelters around them

wait aeons... until...