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Seas of Tyme...
comprising several works -
Intro - Seas of Tyme
Chapter - 1 Bent and Broken
Chapter - 2 In Sorrowe Wepte
Chapter - 3 Beyonde Alle Dreams
Chapter - 4 Thru Deepeste Nyghte
Seas of Tyme
'neathe starrye skyes
warre doth rage
crosse the seas of tyme
yet thereupon
this battle-fielde
two heartes
becayme
entwyned...
Chapter 1
Bent and Broken
he stumbles
'pon the rocky pathe
in armour
bent and brokenne
his journeye to
bryghte sylvarre-mere
lyfe's hoppe
'pon his shoulders
peeringe deep within
the sylvar-mere
he casts about
unknowinge
darke eyes
a starlit ebon sea
reflekt the meres'
great power
his burninge gaze
losst farre beyonde
these earthly planes
we ken
in darke despaire
forsakes him-selffe
lyfes hoppe
not yet
abandoned
in anger rages
defiant hope
alle left
this man to gyffe
fromme ebon seas
his tears do flowe
an' pours his lyfe
into the mere
Chapter 2
In Sorrowe Weppte
she walkes alone
the moonelesse pathe
within herr shielde
of stonne
herr journeye to
darke shadowe-mere
starre-lyghte
herr brighteste hoppe
peeringe deepe within
darke watterse depthes
in searche
of alle lyfes hoppe
greene eyes
an oceanse soffte embrayce
reflekte
the darke-meres power
herr burninge gayze
losste farre beyonde
these earthly planes
we ken
in darke despaire
reklaymes herr-selffe
lyfe's hoppe
keppte fromme herr stille
in sorrowe weppte
alle lyfes lasste hoppe
alle leffte
faire maide to gyffe
fromme emeralde seas
herr teares do flowwe
into
darke shadowe-mere...
Chapter 3
Beyonde Alle Dreams
'neathe
starre-lit skye
herr sylvan voyce
in songe
is softlye raised
for alle lyfes
forsaken hoppe
for hoppe within despaire
when beyonde alle dreams
an' shattered realmze
faire maidens voyce
is hearde...
...her tears
falle softly
into these ebon depths
their sylvar lyghte
reflect within
the darkness of mine-selfe
whereupon
i must responde
for lyfe
for love
for alle mine own
lostte soulze
reachinge out within
these darkeste depthes
beyonde alle hoppes dezyre
her gentle touche
at once perceived -
redemption
in this hour....
then fromme
the darke-mere's
surface rose
ten thousande soulze
once lostte
black swordze uphelde
in armoured fists
'pon steedes of ebon-lyghte
in silence watched
wi' somber awe
beside the roilinge mere
faire maiden broughte
unto herr feete
fell knights
before herr
kneeled...
in silente rayze
of dawninge lyghte
herr slyvan voyce 'tis raised
Black swordze
on sylvarre shieldes
do crashe
in honor of herr daye
within ten thousand
sylvarre helmze
losste voices
lift in songe
to winne the lyghte
of dawne's laste daye
'pon the battlegrounde...
Chapter 4
Thru Deepeste Nyghte
theye ryde to warre
'pon sylvarre steedse
armour gleaminge
wi' sunnes' lasste raye
charginge fulle
'gainste nyghtes darke-lords
to wynne the lyghte
of dawnes bryghte raye
an' warre doth rage
thru deepeste nyghte
cross battle-fieldes
of bloode
foule daemons falle
'fore their myghte;
true heartes,
to meete the sunne
an' who woulde lyffe
musste see the dawne
an' feele the kisse
of sunne's bryghte raye...
- finis -
Published 17th Mar 2018
Author's Note
for Kristi Raye
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