Alare and Ragin

No preamble for this one. A poem. A beginning.

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Alare and Ragin

Swaying with abandon, as would a hare
In the bosom of spring
Beneath sky wispy white and blue
The blossoms red and pink

How curious green the waving grass;
This heady, earthy smell
Dewdrops glisten like woven pearls
In yonder blessed dell

T’was here by the whispering willow,
By the foot of gnarled brown oaks
Beneath the morning’s misty veil
That to Alare, Ragin spoke...

Thou art he said, a vision fair
Of a fate not real just yet
Another thread, another pull
On time’s blessed net

This world is old, its bones run deep
And stories never told
Run here, now, and twist and turn
As in mines do veins of gold

And yet, once more, this world is new
For the flood is now no more
The Children lived, dispersed afar
Now come upon destined shores

The Cielar on their wings of thought
Bring wisdom now, and little else
Will furious winds tear them asunder?
Or will they murmur loving spells?

The Neyir persist, floating a-sea
Jealous guards to the azure domain
When finally pitiless storms do strike,
Of all that matters what will remain?

Troglytes true, in caves of wonder
Seek to surface, hear, and obey
But will they pay this terrible price,
That must now go to spirits fey?

The Forgotten Ones shall now come forth
From islands withering in the sky
Will they survive the brutal fall?
As edge over edge they cross and spy

On shores beyond, unseen, He waits
Patiently scheming; the dawn of an age
How shall he ken that which must come?
How much blood will calm his rage?

And through it all, the Quest does course
For whither T’yemun, not one can tell
The edge of a knife, or a needle’s tip
Scant simile for this balance fell

Whither then will thy favor go,
To Prophet blind or Warrior flawed?
And what of love, its silken touch
Will it die lost, and crushed, and awed?

This much then, you must pray tell
O blessed tender love of mine
Before they enter my frigid realm
What path for them do you define?

Then all was silent, as it sometimes is
Alare raised her glistening eyes
A tear she shed for what must come
Their course then met a joyous smile

Ragin, my heart, so she began,
For this world and its wiles I do not cry
Nor do I smile a mocking smile
For the children and all that they must try

What is written must pass, and yet without
There is room for what they will
And this world for all that is wrong
Houses good, and much love still

I cry instead at my own visage
And I smile for your glee at the coming crop
I cry once more for those you reap
And I yearn for the day when all shall stop

This much only I can tell
Of what is to come, or how, or why
Many answers and some questions stretch
From thought to truth and truth to lie

But careful must our Voyager be
Setting out on this Quest for truth
Lest he find that which he seeks
At the end of all things, this I forsooth

Then twilight's touch came upon
The not-whispering willow's quiet frown
The mighty two were soon abroad
As black night fell upon oak brown

Thus it was as It began
The blessed two did plot their path
Before the sundering, the parting of ways
Long before Qrun’s fetid wrath

For all that was and all to come
In the name of Men and all their kin
From Alare’s touch to Ragin’s scythe
In creation’s heart, now It begins...

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The T'yemun Arc - An evolving tale...

Three parts charted so far... Four to go

1. An Island in the Sky
2. The Edge of the World
3. The Age of Q'run
4. A Shattered Ark*
5. The Veils of Artha*
6. The T'yemun Quest*
7. The Keeper of the Void*

* - Uncharted waters, subject to storms ;)

Peace... Out!