Poetry of Myon: Volume III

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.

not enough by Rhudaeil

i have to

let you aim

so that when

you do not

hit my heart,

and instead

get my shoul-

der i'll know

what you meant

and there's no

one to blame.

        Day 4, Month 8 (Elasias (Highsun)), 144 AR

        Rhudaeil       

Grief is a Guest of Honor by Lakas Larthanien

Grief 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

        Day 11, Month 12 (Nightal), 147 AR

        Lakas Larthanien       

Untitled by Lakas Larthanien

We hold life's transcendent pains apart

We bear grief and disappointment's fire

But the banner of our sorrow's ire

Flutters in the winds of the departed

But the biting flames poison our spirit

Singing spirits smothered by corpses

Straining to break free, but keeping silent

But no bliss will ever change this pain

The dignity of this restraint

The tension; this ecstasy of hopeless prison

        Day 1, Month 8 (Elasias (Highsun)), 147 AR

        Lakas Larthanien       

Sojourn by Anonymous

Above the rippling waves has grown

A solemn, rocky highland built of bricks

With chasms black and floods of crimson rocks

And boundaries woeful of the land unknown

I see the dreams, so marvelously sad

The creaks of land so solid and encrusted

Where wave and tide upon shore are busted

While singing by the mournful twilight's bed

And canvas in the dark plies a quiet course

Trembling with an ancient mystic force

The force of wind and raspy, breathless ripple

In ways of constant dare and righteous struggle

My boat is led along by shearing tumult

And skies are lit with starry, shining sparkle.

        Day 8, Month 7 (Flamerule (Summertide)), 147 AR

        Anonymous       

hopes by Kylantha Valynssa

little sunlight, brings us hope

we will rise up in growth

trickling droplets, bring us life

sprung fresh from her eyes.

        Day 25, Month 7 (Flamerule (Summertide)), 148 AR

        Kylantha Valynssa 

Turbulence by Kylantha Valynssa

The 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       

One More Sunset by Vaylani Moontear

What I would not give, love,

for just once more

A somber sweet sunset,

my hand in yours,

My life, my soul...

the gods I now implore.

One last chance to say the words

I could not before

When time passed slowly

between us, ignored

What I would not give love,

for just once more.

How longs my heart

for the gentle smile you bore

That rendered all else

important no more

My life, my soul...

the gods I now implore.

I still remember the exquisite expression that you wore

The first, the last, and all the times

to me you swore

What I would not give love,

for just once more.

And while I should not hope,

still my hope soars

To reach you wherever you are,

on distant shores

My life, my soul...

the gods I now implore.

And though I weep that from me,

the heavens tore you, my love

I would sacrifice all and forever more

What I would not give, love,

for just once more

My life, my soul ...

the gods I now implore...

        Day 4, Month 3 (Ches), 147 AR

        Vaylani Moontear       

The Silence Before the Storm by Vaylani Moontear

Tis only the silence before the storm

The quiet interlude between the horns

When all hold their breath as one

Listening for the call to war to come.

Of these precious moments, make the most...

So gather your beloved, and bring them close

To share your laughter, allay their fears...

Say your farewells, and spill your tears.

Who knows whom the fickle winds will sweep?

Whose blood the enemy blades shall reap?

Whose shattered smiles the earth shall keep?

Whose souls shall lay down to forever sleep?

So of these precious moments, make the most...

Gather your beloved, and bring them close

Share your laughter, allay their fears...

Say your farewells, and spill your tears.

        Day 3, Month 1 (Hammer (Deepwinter)), 148 AR

        Vaylani Moontear       

Heart's Home by Rhudaeil

Over the verdure, nearest the cliffs,

where the horizon's nimbus meets the beryl expanse of the sea,

there is a place.

It is thatched roof over four walls of pale clay,

tiny rays of sunlight over these ramparts of warmth,

and a stone tunnel to the sky.

Here there is love,

always three smiling faces to greet,

the gentle chirp of awakening,

that sounds through the trees of morn.

Mother,

Father,

Child.

Here,

you are forever.

        Day 8, Month 1 (Hammer (Deepwinter)), 144 AR

        Rhudaeil       

sanctuary at midnight by Rhudaeil

rains at midnight fall

from a residence of stars

onto oakwoods in retreat.

they are quiet now

endlessly sinuous limbs

stretching to touch

their piece of heaven.

can they be blamed?

        Day 2, Month 3 (Ches), 144 AR

        Rhudaeil     

dh'ni by Rhudaeil

the day we met it was cold outside;

you told me that insects are

evil thoughts, borne from the

minds of selfish men

and that today,

the chill meant

only good

reigned.

        Day 4, Month 8 (Elasias (Highsun)), 144 AR

        Rhudaeil