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...
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...