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The SupineThe Earth awakens Bringing tears from the clouds That beat upon the heart of the Earth Darting from stone to stone The river's spirit marches ever on The stones reflect upon time And are envied by the wise scholar Shaded by the treesThe Supine
Who drink of the Earth's spirit Which loves all in return In return for their living
by *SeltenLeben
Ignorance SewnOnce restrained by lonely walls Thoughts, ideas have broken free Striving to ignite the worldIgnorance Sewn
And bright future guarantee
To enlighten all the Earth And ignorance overthrow Genius must advance unchecked In your heads our seeds we'll sow
But that day will never come Ideas born of ambition And not sown with righteous seeds Are lacking in cognition
This will not end well we know A lesson learned long ago
by *SeltenLeben
The Eldest Place'Twas in the oldest place Among the falling seas I embraced my fall from grace An oak felled by the breezeThe Eldest Place
The Earth weeps a silent song For that which may have been Slow grey clouds move along Despite their growing thin
Rolling stones always roll Till they break upon the motion Till they cannot bear the toll Or they fall into the ocean
by *SeltenLeben
The Script is in the SkyMoonlight is silvery sunshineThe Script is in the Sky
And night is a black shroud The stars are blazing souls of men A galaxy, a crowd
Comets, celestial vagabonds Fleeting angelic spheres Asteroids wander aimlessly With no regard of fears
The universes and galaxies Defiant of black void They're desolate or flourishing
Destined to be destroyed
The sun comes up and ends the play And the sky fills with blue But the moon shall arise again And the play begin anew
by *SeltenLeben
Battle's CallOver the hills and under shadow Past old forgotten halls Past ancient cities of times lost To us the battle callsBattle's Call
The eve of battle yields no rest Angst and dread soaks our skin For the blood will flow in rivers Mortality of men
But in the midst of restlessness A fey curse courses through The men of the North feel its touch The bloodlust grips the few They struggle with its hated words And squirm upon the ground They've known it's empty promises It's evil ends they've found
The horns sound and lines are formed Thunder sha
by *SeltenLeben
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