Poetry of Myon: Volume I
A thin volume bound in emerald green leather. It is unmarked by any one author, and in fact seems to contain the works of many different authors, judging by the different styles of handwriting within.
Seeds & Weeds by Aurlyn Hyddwr
Day 17, Month 5 (Mirtul), 157 AR
Aurlyn Hyddwr
=== A small requiem by Lucynya Lillith ===
<poem style="border: 2px solid #d6d2c5; color: var(--color-base, #202122); background-color: var(--background-color-warning-subFor in this darkest night I sat./ With a mages hat./ Beneath those jasmine flowers and admidst cyprus trees./ We're the only ones left to ponder./ The ageless Mysteries. With candle lit./ Friends gathered./ Looking out to the see./ You shall find we,
We whom did not belong./ Raising our heads, voices lilted in song./ A requiem hymm we shall sing, to our endless Queen./ Sitting above in the heavens, wearing clothes with a royal sheen./
But the angels fall first./ And without our Queen's unity, none to ponder these mysteries/ To sing into the air/ And share that love fair./ We are not angels, we are merely curst.
Day 2, Month 5 (Mirtul), 91 AR
Lucynya Lillith
The Day Breaks Over the Lake by Quemela Howers
Day 10, Month 8 (Elasias (Highsun)), 89 AR
Quemela Howers
=== Food for Thought, Thought for the Body by Quemela Howers ===
<poem style="border: 2px solid #d6d2c5; color: var(--color-base, #202122); background-color: var(--background-color-warning-subThe state of mind is one of a kind, It's personnel to each but for all to teach, For us to share should be knowledge fair, The more we know the more we can grow!
To share this feast is to feed the beast, Of what our minds crave to digest and save, Together we can blend our minds to bend, Over the inflictions of our daily convictions!
I say this to one and all we must share our minds or fall, Into the past and finish last, If we do not feed ourselves of the need, Our fate is not one from which we cannot run!
Give to everyone you see in need of know how to succeed, Search for more and remember before, The ones who came first and fated to thirst, Of knowledge that was not known but had to be grown.
Day 10, Month 8 (Elasias (Highsun)), 89 AR
Quemela Howers
The Blind Elf's Sonnet by Ar'nes Norre'undlin
Day 20, Month 10 (Marpenoth (Leafall)), 95 AR
Ar'nes Norre'undlin
=== Sonnet of Hidden Treasures by Ar'nes Norre'undlin ===
<poem style="border: 2px solid #d6d2c5; color: var(--color-base, #202122); background-color: var(--background-color-warning-subA tale of beauty found in the unknown - Of that which can't be held within the eye - The fruit of seeds - only the mind has sown - Of things revealed if only we but try
A stroke of brush or curve of sculptor's art - Can bring a joy when one's eye does behold - But deeper beauty reaches to the heart - And opens up the vision of the soul
A gentle kiss from lips of lovers true - The laugh of children innocent and pure - A mellow breeze beneath clear skies of blue - All beautiful and precious to be sure
Find beauty in the simple everyday - And joy shall take your burdens all away
Day 1, Month 7 (Flamerule (Summertide)), 96 AR
Ar'nes Norre'undlin
Being Whole by Ar'nes Norre'undlin
Day 13, Month 6 (Kythorn), 97 AR
Ar'nes Norre'undlin
=== Reborn by Valuril Vilirith. ===
<poem style="border: 2px solid #d6d2c5; color: var(--color-base, #202122); background-color: var(--background-color-warning-subWe enter life screaming, It is called beautiful. We leave screaming, But it is I who will call that beautiful.
The two are closely linked, I've lost my life. I am reborn a weapon of my people. Single of mind and purpose. I fear none and walk these lands an outcast.
The feeling of wind and rain is encompassing and yet terrifying. I feel lifted, as if a leaf. Floating easterly with no destination and no memory of it's past. Only below do I feel at home.
Day 8, Month 11 (Uktar), 139 AR
Valuril Vilirith.
Serenity by Valuril Vilirith.
Valuril Vilirith.
=== White Death by Valuril Vilirith. ===
<poem style="border: 2px solid #d6d2c5; color: var(--color-base, #202122); background-color: var(--background-color-warning-subSound is something that becomes almost as deafening as the silence. I may never come to understand it. White covers the surface now.
Will I live to see it twice? Only The Night Hunter knows. My life is moment to moment. Heartbeat to heartbeat.
It beats rage in my ears thrice darker than the snow. Endless seeping rage. Could this be my white death?
Day 8, Month 11 (Uktar), 139 AR
Valuril Vilirith.
Falling by Valuril Vilirith.
Day 8, Month 11 (Uktar), 139 AR
Valuril Vilirith.
=== Victimless by Valuril Vilirith. ===
<poem style="border: 2px solid #d6d2c5; color: var(--color-base, #202122); background-color: var(--background-color-warning-subVictims of the fall, demons to us all. Time move slowly on, Though we, the damned find time immensely calm, Be this my anthem or my psalm. Victims of death aren't we all.
Powers rise, and powers fade, Here bear witness to my heart flayed. It bleeds not, Anymore. Which no power can restore.
I hunt in memory of the fallen, Those who recall, claim Victimless.... I claim Vengeance.
Day 8, Month 11 (Uktar), 139 AR
Valuril Vilirith.
No Fear by Valuril Vilirith.
Day 8, Month 11 (Uktar), 139 AR
Valuril Vilirith.
=== Turbulence by Kylantha Valynssa ===
<poem style="border: 2px solid #d6d2c5; color: var(--color-base, #202122); background-color: var(--background-color-warning-subThe blue sprawls out before me, endless
the surface gnashes and churns,
a crushing, dangerous turbulence.
A brisk breeze stings my cheek,
I breathe deeply, and my eyes fall close.
Awake, I find myself falling, sinking
Blue turns to black, a creeping darkness
My mouth opens, but nothing comes forth
Nothing but a strangled gasp.
The doubt swallows me.
When the black is all that remains,
the pressure crushing hope
A ray of warmth shines, piercing all.
Doubt no longer, I open my mouth, my voice clear
And I smile and rise.
Day 19, Month 5 (Mirtul), 148 AR
Kylantha Valynssa
A Walk Down the Path by Ar'nes Norre'undlin
Day 9, Month 12 (Nightal), 97 AR
Ar'nes Norre'undlin
=== Light of Mine Wishes for The People by Verimil Aelorothi ===
<poem style="border: 2px solid #d6d2c5; color: var(--color-base, #202122); background-color: var(--background-color-warning-subDear Father,
Corellon, we praise ye. Seldarine we live in thine light. Given the passage of time and space since the mix of blood and tears during that fateful fight.
I serve, my kindred, my patron, my aims are yours.
So:
Put ye sword to the throat of darkness, bash thine shield into despair that it might not rise again.
A whole heart we have been given by our father, to bring forth the peace and glory of The People.
Hidden in the groves of our forests is the renewal of all, drawn to life by the unity of his children.
We have a path, we have a goal, do not fight each other for it is in these moments that evil draws ever closer.
Corellon our creator, our haven, awaits us in Avandor.
Our beautiful acts assure our eternity beside each other in Arborea.
Let not the night draw you away from your kindred's eternal stay.
Hope, Love, Life, the gifts Corellon has offered.
We merely need to live his words, his wishes, his examples, and he will hold us in his arms safe from the world.
Giving us the rest and peace that no others shall be blessed to endure.
So with this in mind I merely wish to offer that if you seek assist in living his way you seek me out for I am his knight, his servant, his humble child. Having studied my whole life to learn the way he wishes the world to see our kind I shall over come all indifference and draw to him the hearts of our kindred, or die trying.
Day 8, Month 11 (Uktar), 139 AR
Verimil Aelorothi
Moonlit Mysteries by Ilyndrathyl
Day 8, Month 11 (Uktar), 139 AR
Ilyndrathyl
=== Drops by Tahlal ===
<poem style="border: 2px solid #d6d2c5; color: var(--color-base, #202122); background-color: var(--background-color-warning-subRain falls with a gentle pitter patter, little drops, little splatter. It begins to grow, coming down harder, torrents of crystals so clear.
Bolts of light tear across the dark night sky, rumbling thunder follows after. It builds with such a terrible fury, but suddenly it stops.
The storm passes.
Day 8, Month 11 (Uktar), 139 AR
Tahlal
Lunar longing by Tahlal
Day 8, Month 11 (Uktar), 139 AR
Tahlal
=== But One. by Valuril Vilirith. ===
<poem style="border: 2px solid #d6d2c5; color: var(--color-base, #202122); background-color: var(--background-color-warning-subReturning to places with smiling faces. Common traces of familiar spaces. Searching, for you, races.
But One, He did not return come fall, Now winter chills us all. Sorrow doesn't begin to cover the squall.
Moons wane, and colors fade. Familiar places never feel quite the same. I scan the horizon for your return. Yet each day wrought more concern.
But One, you will live to see the sun. Glowing, light flowing, bringing stun. Together we will hunt once more in Arvandor.
Day 8, Month 11 (Uktar), 139 AR
Valuril Vilirith.
Sight by Tahlal
Day 8, Month 11 (Uktar), 139 AR
Tahlal
=== Choices by Tahlal ===
<poem style="border: 2px solid #d6d2c5; color: var(--color-base, #202122); background-color: var(--background-color-warning-subTake this seed and plant it deep, it's a secret you must keep.
With meaning of truth in shades of grey, come uncertain lies to make us stray.
Heed not the words of the night, come here - I'll show you the light.
Day 8, Month 11 (Uktar), 139 AR
Tahlal
Love by Genneiros
Day 8, Month 11 (Uktar), 139 AR
Genneiros
=== You Turned Away. by Melienee Lirela ===
<poem style="border: 2px solid #d6d2c5; color: var(--color-base, #202122); background-color: var(--background-color-warning-subEye upon thine, mouth wide and eagerly open. Tie up my mind, and words never spoken. Though seen and sought, contact broken. Toe to knee I ran and fought for your token.
There I see you look the other way. Here I stand and tell heart it must obey. Now spoken word hold no or any sway. Vow thrown to ground and cast away.
Dream of time and place to catch thy look. Scream my thoughts alone in my book. Bended knee to rest and then cloth took. Fend these tears, an emotional crook.
Day 8, Month 11 (Uktar), 139 AR
Melienee Lirela
[Poem] Travelling Elf by Yeto
Day 8, Month 11 (Uktar), 139 AR
Yeto
=== A song for someone. by Galen Thosar ===
<poem style="border: 2px solid #d6d2c5; color: var(--color-base, #202122); background-color: var(--background-color-warning-subI've found you in that dark place, / That place where we were hurt. / And still, I walk toward you, / To draw you out and show you.
No one knows the future, / No one can tell it all. / And yet, some of that thrills me, / If you could only see what I see.
Look inside and tell me all that ails you, / Save me from this awful loneliness. / I will try to reach out and show you...
I don't want to hurt, / Me or you... / Tell me, what do I have to do?
Day 8, Month 11 (Uktar), 139 AR
Galen Thosar
[Poem] Wandering to Myon by Yeto
Day 8, Month 11 (Uktar), 139 AR
Yeto
=== Leaves by Rilavas Llewyrr ===
<poem style="border: 2px solid #d6d2c5; color: var(--color-base, #202122); background-color: var(--background-color-warning-sub'Though the wind may collect the fallen leaves, knocking free those that are loose to stir into the breeze, remember those always for what they were to me, green kindred united upon the old oak tree.'
Day 8, Month 11 (Uktar), 139 AR
Rilavas Llewyrr
Gone by Rilavas Llewyrr
Day 8, Month 11 (Uktar), 139 AR
Rilavas Llewyrr
=== [Poem] The Defence of Final Rest by Yeto ===
<poem style="border: 2px solid #d6d2c5; color: var(--color-base, #202122); background-color: var(--background-color-warning-subWith elven magics and mighty bows, / Humans and Horcs all aglow, / Many allies, whom brought more, / With courageous hins bringing news, / And defensive wards of many hues.
A sight to see, a mighty wall, / Dwarven Steel, guarding cryptic hall, / To stop evil we all abhor, / To cleanse the filth of Spider Queen, / By each hand of the Seldarine!
Alas two fell before all was done, / Stopped the horde so friend could run, / In return we slew three foes for, / Nicodemus, Knight of Myon, / Returned to us, True Resurrection.
Ely'haeruilia, Sister True, / A child of Aedrie Faenya who, / Was councilor, friend, healer 'fore, / She gave herself to defeat the blight, / And restore the Lye its' inner light.
Day 8, Month 11 (Uktar), 139 AR
Yeto
The lullaby of obliteration by Beldrin Nermastafer
Day 8, Month 11 (Uktar), 139 AR
Beldrin Nermastafer
=== [Poem] She Who Healed by Yeto ===
<poem style="border: 2px solid #d6d2c5; color: var(--color-base, #202122); background-color: var(--background-color-warning-subEly'haeruilia, / Child of Air, / Wanders with Winged Mother, / She waits for us there.
Let us mourn our fallen sister, / All across the land, /For the loss of friend and kin, / And of course, healing hand.
But mourn not too greatly, / For she gave us a gift, / Honour her memory, / Allow our hearts to lift.
Ely'haeruilia, / Sister of Flight, / Thank you for your sacrifice, / For cleansing the Light.
Day 8, Month 11 (Uktar), 139 AR
Yeto
Fond Remembrance by Saloria Tuelaris
Day 8, Month 11 (Uktar), 139 AR
Saloria Tuelaris
=== Forests in Retreat by Kethyra Nhevanth ===
<poem style="border: 2px solid #d6d2c5; color: var(--color-base, #202122); background-color: var(--background-color-warning-subThere was a love once
I shaped it with my hands
Until in its forms
I saw sunlight and streams
And earthy verges sweet with grass
It fit easily into my pack
And made peaceful
The years of wandering
Through forests in retreat
And down the river's tragic flow
On the day we broke
Upon the shore of a distant land
I fled cold and bereft
Fighting curtains of ash
Up through the snows of the pass
In the heaps of spoil
Among an enemy victorious
My love floundered
In the cracked company of kin
Broken down blow upon blow
And now as my days lower
Into the sleep of regret
I dream of fresh clay
Finding these old hands
Where the wind sings of love
Day 8, Month 11 (Uktar), 139 AR
Kethyra Nhevanthar
Grief is a Guest of Honor by Lakas Larthanien
<poem style="border: 2px solid #d6d2c5; color: var(--color-base, #202122); background-color: var(--background-color-warning-subGrief is to be watered with tears
So that it will blossom
Nurse and cherish, carefully tend with shears
So it will not go to waste
Never turn it from your door
Grief, if comes knocking
Bid it welcome, show it hearth's roar
Give it a place to stay
What your guest of honor tells you
Hide it well in your heart
Teachings not found in volumes old or new
Nor bought with glit or shine
Are wisdom your grief imparts
Your eyes are made for cries
Let those tears be wept
After all a new sun will rise
When you've a spring in your step
And when grief's bloom sees summer's sun
It will wilt to the ground
Even still, you will think of it as a flower
Memories are pure as dearest gold
Nor did your guest stay overlong
It took another journey
Yet it will come to you again
Closer than you care to foresee</poem> Day 11, Month 12 (Nightal), 147 AR
Lakas Larthanien