Bey'orn

by OBXSuperindustries

Rating: teen
Tags: Random, Dark, Alternate Universe
Length: 910

The recovered works from the War Poet, Tanelorne

The recovered works from the War Poet, Tanelorne. Deep within the acropolis catacombs, a young colt discovers something he did not expect. In the musty coffin of an elder-pony from a time before Equestria, he recovers a Tome of laments from the wars long past, and a "Dire" warning of the consequences.

Book II Prologue - The Hyperion Saga

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Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2011-10-15 11:29:51 UTC

Verse 2

hash call from out bey'orn the fells

silence now shattered; it did dispel

three did they crawl from their place

and gaze upon their sweet embrace

beings so small, like them in shape

frail minds, caught in the wake

of ancient beings, cruel and wise

gave them direction, towards demise

he did not care, none could know why

his mind was set on air earth and sky

simple minds, useless to him

could not share the works within

graced by their existence

saw her time

rise from the edge

light did she bring

gaped at her swiftness

brought balance to day

pushed for some time

across the plane

he sought the answers

with them he could bring

infinite knowledge

new eras ushered in

from fires glow

anger brought food

small changes in patterns

the balance ensued

cool tears of peace

bring in the night

raise the waters

cause sleep and fright

unchanged differences

gambits and logic

games of great laughter

to pass the time

his gifts were but nought

ravished by sun

burnt all it could see

dust into dust

he screamed at his captor

why could this have happened

six flashed of light

and he stood no more

imprisoned in stone

deep in the first plane

she cried for him each night

she laughed every day

cruel tricks played on his mind

no one for company

except his own mind

unable to release

imprisoned by his mind

relished the moment

she did not mind

question her decision

foul sickness in her mind

lost for eternity

lost from both mind's

Intense was his rage,

damned for all time

forgot his own name

lost, to him blind

unable to move

sickness in breath

one purpose for him

to avenge his own death

when the time came

deep his chest heaved,

unable to move

terror and grief

consumed his mind

eternity did call

from the dark place

unable to fall

destroyed in his haste

sick feelings of rage

he now could feel fire

the enemies lies

burned him like a pyre

forgotten as quick

sorrow filled him

fire searing the cool

his memories dim

red eyes faded

judgment of blue

fathom of all

sensations now cool

poison beyond bondage

shackles of sick ice

cold crystals of fire

but at what price

not magic...

the purpose for life

the reason for heat

the reason for fire

the reason for light

the reason for dark

the reason for balance

diluted in time...

the reason for time

time his only friend

his only aid

he would be free

soon in his mind

aeons from memory

lost even from time

one day he would return

icy braces of death

clamped to his body

leaked fumes of pure death

if she had only listened

seen through her vile thoughts

he would be unbounded

free to roam!

but that was now useless

whats done has been done

time his companion

waiting for the sun...

Verse 1

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...