The Collective Works of Comet Year 150-153 (The Copper Chalice)

Comet

If I am your comet you are a star,
Reeling in, then swinging me far.

I can only shine because of your light,
That inspires me to continue to write.

A battlefield, soaked in blood and gore,
If allowed peace, a shore others adore.

Every risk getting burned by close,
I'll take for the sake of your prose.

*There is a drawing of a shooting star admist a night sky of stars for a signature*

        Day 8, Month 1 (Hammer (Deepwinter)), 153 AR
        Anonymous       

Daisy

The curling yellow petals
Atop pale head rising
Green eyes greet gaze
A shock that's energizing

Infectious smile given freely
Fascination with others shared
Seeing beyond the masks
How much is dared?

Did the murmurs come
Whispering in the whist?
Have you ever listened
When the words persist?

Madness in us all
Comes in different forms
Mine in musical darkness,
Yours unruly magical storms?

*The signature would appear to be a inked in field of flowers, most notably daisies*

        Day 27, Month 3 (Ches), 151 AR
        Anonymous       

Desire

Ebon eyes look back
Mirrored in me
I wonder your desire
In my service.

Entranced by my smile,
Gentle affections shared,
Generous pay easily earned?
Someone who cares?

People wander through my
Sphere of influence
Multiple desires within contained
Capability to free

Dark and light inclinations
Polished in hand
Released to the world
Treasure who remain.

*A pair of eyes are drawn. From left to right, the irises seem to go from pale and curious to a proud, irate black.*

        Day 8, Month 2 (Alturiak), 152 AR
        Anonymous       

Sanguine

Sanguine waves crash against crumbling cliffs
Whispering shades on the horizon
Bathed in the light of fading trust
Sickly green once vibrant
Hardens with thorns where there were leaves.

The land thrums with every beat,
A battle beneath the surface.
Innocence long since slain
Happiness against hatred
Lead by pawns of people past.

Once island of paradise
Now haunted with horrors
Plants pruned but I wonder,
Were they cut too deeply?
Will this remain a graveyard?

*A sketch of a active volcano over a island jungle is at the bottom of the parchment, done in ink*

        Day 25, Month 5 (Mirtul), 150 AR
        Anonymous