Post by Morreion on May 2, 2010 9:57:27 GMT -5
In a war of wisdom centuries old
two mighty houses have a race divided.
A clash of metals, silver and gold
resolved to wage ‘till the victor’s decided.
Came a brilliant dawn stained with crimson fate
when two warriors met in battle flight
both youthful and weary and born to fight.
From high flowed their adversarial blood
and to their veins they were bound to be true.
Upon each other they fell in a fury of wings
swooping through cloud behind fiery breath.
Sharp talons slashing scales with murderous intent
across the ocean and away from the rest
in a terrible, spiralling waltz of death.
Until the golden opponent made her vital mistake
and her silver rival dealt his final blow.
But as she plummeted to her deep blue death
the voice of compassion spoke in Demasins ear
So out of the waves he pulled maiden Asheya.
and together they learned the wisdom in love.
For silver is potent, but in the night cold.
While gold is warmest, yet easily bowed.
In secret they met beyond the intolerant gazes
to sing their song of joy to moon and star
dreaming of peace that seemed for them, so far.
From family there was no hope for discussion
and treaty was in their hearts an infant unborn.
Still, often met Demasin with his Asheya
helpless as babes against the powers of fate.
Painting a future in the tender colours of love
becoming of one heart, one radiant soul
standing alone in an unforgiving realm.
Until the day came when at last eyes saw them
their punishment to be cruel separation.
But a benevolent hand found a way to aid
rightfully releasing them from their lonely cells
So into nights protective shroud they fled
refusing the false destiny of kindred’s planning.
For silver is potent, but in the night cold.
While gold is warmest, yet easily bowed.
Weeks did the lovers fly in search of their peace
far and away over ocean, wood and plain
seeking an eternal embrace, their only gain.
But in their wake and constantly pursuing
kinsmen followed tirelessly in misguided rage.
Then one morning from out of daybreak’s mist
valiant Asheya and noble Demasin appeared
turning to quench the flames of war forever.
Until Selorn turns barren and the light is snuffed
when the rivers run poison and skies are soot!
They beseeched their Goddess for intervention
and let go of their winged shape on cloud-top high.
Arms bravely encircled, they fell to screams of kin
earth meeting them with her deadliest caress.
And through the broken laying in sun ripened grass
this solemn promise by Mayaasha was made.
Returned to magnificent sky-bound form
the lovers were transformed to mountainous stone
surrounding a new forest untouched by war.
For ‘till Selorn is barren and the light snuffed
when rivers run poison and skies are soot
will the need to recall the tragedy be gone.
And the valley named for the lesson of Asheyas tears
be ever forgotten by the dragons ears.
For silver is potent, but in the night cold.
While gold is warmest, yet easily bowed.
-Elethea
two mighty houses have a race divided.
A clash of metals, silver and gold
resolved to wage ‘till the victor’s decided.
Came a brilliant dawn stained with crimson fate
when two warriors met in battle flight
both youthful and weary and born to fight.
From high flowed their adversarial blood
and to their veins they were bound to be true.
Upon each other they fell in a fury of wings
swooping through cloud behind fiery breath.
Sharp talons slashing scales with murderous intent
across the ocean and away from the rest
in a terrible, spiralling waltz of death.
Until the golden opponent made her vital mistake
and her silver rival dealt his final blow.
But as she plummeted to her deep blue death
the voice of compassion spoke in Demasins ear
So out of the waves he pulled maiden Asheya.
and together they learned the wisdom in love.
For silver is potent, but in the night cold.
While gold is warmest, yet easily bowed.
In secret they met beyond the intolerant gazes
to sing their song of joy to moon and star
dreaming of peace that seemed for them, so far.
From family there was no hope for discussion
and treaty was in their hearts an infant unborn.
Still, often met Demasin with his Asheya
helpless as babes against the powers of fate.
Painting a future in the tender colours of love
becoming of one heart, one radiant soul
standing alone in an unforgiving realm.
Until the day came when at last eyes saw them
their punishment to be cruel separation.
But a benevolent hand found a way to aid
rightfully releasing them from their lonely cells
So into nights protective shroud they fled
refusing the false destiny of kindred’s planning.
For silver is potent, but in the night cold.
While gold is warmest, yet easily bowed.
Weeks did the lovers fly in search of their peace
far and away over ocean, wood and plain
seeking an eternal embrace, their only gain.
But in their wake and constantly pursuing
kinsmen followed tirelessly in misguided rage.
Then one morning from out of daybreak’s mist
valiant Asheya and noble Demasin appeared
turning to quench the flames of war forever.
Until Selorn turns barren and the light is snuffed
when the rivers run poison and skies are soot!
They beseeched their Goddess for intervention
and let go of their winged shape on cloud-top high.
Arms bravely encircled, they fell to screams of kin
earth meeting them with her deadliest caress.
And through the broken laying in sun ripened grass
this solemn promise by Mayaasha was made.
Returned to magnificent sky-bound form
the lovers were transformed to mountainous stone
surrounding a new forest untouched by war.
For ‘till Selorn is barren and the light snuffed
when rivers run poison and skies are soot
will the need to recall the tragedy be gone.
And the valley named for the lesson of Asheyas tears
be ever forgotten by the dragons ears.
For silver is potent, but in the night cold.
While gold is warmest, yet easily bowed.
-Elethea
