#elven
Tired
Tried to do things on my own
Guess it was not easy
So within a day or two
I suppose
Love will see us through
How are we to know
What God has in store for us?
It is obvious
Written
and
Spoken
Our token
Our values
Credentials
Over-ridden
to Oblivion
Which turns into Obsidian
Spoken Truth in tongues
and tonage of Urantia
So even though I fall through to Gehenna
I know
I believe
that You will always be there
Because Returning to God is to Live
Connection
Inspiration
Soul-charge
How do you Charge your Soul
Some say 'Stay grounded,"
I say, "Soar Aloft!"
Who cares if it is with wings of Angel's or Vultures
Differentiation and separation weigh down.
Fly like You must!
Jun 20, 2019
Jun 20, 2019 at 10:15 AM UTC
Alone they shall come, but alike they'll be
Past the end of the world to seek truth within
He who believes he's lost all shall find the key
To strength beyond all earth or heaven
The unmade reborn, the remade undone
Battle-born through the pain of adversity
On their strength lies the fate of every last one
The echoes rippling throughout eternity.
- The Lost Scrolls Of Garthurian
Aug 21, 2018
Aug 21, 2018 at 1:38 PM UTC
Opiephait, the Calm, fell from the heavens,
Never one to be assumed with such
an honour of his name.
Holding in his dying breath, expelling it upon
himself, a sun exploded momentarily below.
Dying proud, a funeral pyre of destruction below.
Now there was but two left, ladies of earth & air.
Pedanth, of Eternal Fire, and true to her standing
she glassed the earth with tears of sorrow.
And ash crept away, but no release was given.
For the elven warrior, whispered incantations,
Woven with hues of elemental synergy.
Cinders became formless ones, extensions of her will.
That night the earth wailed, for the wrath of the
last would make there presence felt.
They won the battle, and to this day
the shard desert is a reminder of what is possible
when two minds woven in grief can accomplish.
There resting place is upon the shattered mountain.
Where within frost glass they stand.
For when they are needed,
they will scorch the stars,
to help those in desperation.
Jul 29, 2018
Jul 29, 2018 at 5:31 PM UTC
What comely lass, this elven girl,
a living gem, expensive pearl.
Who clung with manacles to me,
a mighty and a wise old tree.
In forest deep she rang her bell,
and I was lost, in Elvenfell,
a place of wishes, not defeat.
A land of love, a rhythmic beat.
She walked alone, this comely queen.
Her song so loud. Her face serene.
And I, a spirit, shook my boughs,
and droplets fell on her like clouds
so that to her it seemed like rain.
Like spring had come, and summer wained
it's last bright ray. It's final heat.
And she stood there. On softest feet.
Oh lady fair, where from you came?!
I cried, but fear her heart retained
and almost she fled fast away
but in my roots I begged her stay.
She came to me, her fear assuaged
and touched my bark, my skin so aged
yet her soft touch made me feel young
so to her heart I surely clung.
And so she stayed, my elven maid.
Held to my girth, in love she stayed.
She lived with me. Lived in my core.
She lingered here forever more.
~ Windsinger
Apr 25, 2018
Apr 25, 2018 at 9:56 AM UTC