What Voice Begins the Dream
And striking from the lonely gale
A call to raise the fire high
To pierce the earth and fill the pale
A spark to break the hardened eye
For within the storm of hellish doubt
A stillness rises once again
A light that turns the wayward route
To ask the brighter day begin
What voice to heed
What shell to break
For dream to wake the world of Men?
The Man With the Undying Fire
The call began to fill the air
Septimus, the man from beyond the veil
Flew through the ranks of the enemy
As if carried by lightning
That holy fire from the sky
The legionnaires had never seen a man shine so bright
He seemed to laugh and joy as he danced on air
Sending the dark creatures back to the light
"So long I've waited to return to the fight!"
He cried as the soldiers joined him
Though none could match him
Gaius, the commander, at first saw his delight with a dark eye
But when he beheld the snarling maw of the enemy
He too drew his sword and let forth a cry
"Come!" called the man from beyond. "Sons of the Earth! We go on to glory! To the Shining Steps and the Golden Gate! To the fire unending! The Sunlight Halls await!"
It Still Rings
Far over, yet be underneath
No shadows stretch to far
For lovers find another
To be within their keep
And should I stay or go?
No reason do I know
And no longer does my heart pretend
To have a place to go
Still, what is another
Can I be so forsaken?
I think not
You make me laugh
And shall I pretend some more
This shadow is my friend
For it amuses me
And it horrifies me
But never mind that
I just don't want to go anywhere right now
And so I shan't
But it still rings
O God my ears!
Forsake me not thou endless torment!
Find me here today!
And excuse my pretense
I promise it won't stay
And I won't explain why that's a lie
I simply won't
Because we know
You and I
What waits beyond the Blackened Sky
What the Enemy Wants
"Why do they go on?"
The Raven fixed a clear-eyed gaze at Bren.
"Because they're afraid of what they might be if they don't."
The face with the slanted eyes flashed through Bren's mind again. He gritted his teeth.
"They're afraid of being evil," he said.
The Raven shook his head. "They're afraid of being good."
"Because you cannot lose what you don't have. And good is the most painful thing to lose."
Styx Feeds the Roots
Try to believe
That the time spent alone
Will not be grieved
Try to remain
While the ticking in my head
Disturbs the pain
Hoping to console a lonely gale
Whisper to the frantic and the frail
Tread the waters black a final time
Searching for the drowned roots sublime
Drag them from the depths, the darkened waste
Where the cup denies the bitter taste
And where the chastened people can pretend
That they did not forsake the river's end
And comfort fails
For in the sacred tree
The fruit prevails