Snow: Number Ten

A peaceful, calm Snow

In a forest grove

Full of deer and calming breeze

Falls from the sky,

Soft as a feather

And silent as breath.

Can you feel the cold wind,

The sharp, bone-chilling air

As it cuts deep to 

The muscles, the core?

My love will keep you

Strong, wild, and beautiful

As all women are, 

And are meant to be;

But my bad side

Cold and still as ice.

So tread carefully down this

Path of chaos,

This timeline of Rebirth.

The forest may seem peaceful

Under the colder Sun,

Blanketed by my icy weather,

But the nighttime chill

Can kill even the strongest man.

Betrayal

Are my glowering eyes

To hard for you to bear

As the weight of your sins

Pushes you to the ground?

My fangs white as snow

And specks of your blood

Upon my face

From your most delicious veins

My anger mounted on your worst nightmare;

A lack of attention

And lack of inclusion

In your favorite groups of "friends"

Just to spy on me,

Who you've decided to slight,

To dishonor, to betray

In the name of what? Attention?

Your vain influence and lies

With their hands around your neck

Drowning and choking you

From the inside out

Tell me, 

At what point does it end;

And do you feel remorse

For anyone you have touched?

Kenser/Entae: Number Nine

Friendly as a cool breeze

That sings in the nighttime

As a flower patch grows

Under a rainbow's grasp

If you find my gold

Perhaps someday you could 

Hope to be as lucky as myself

And my followers can be;

Dice as quick as my hands

And cloves of magic as far as can be;

You who would question my odds:

You are who needs it the most.

My tongue sharp as my blade

With unwanted visitors

From beyond these Otherworlds,

And the realms beyond.

Do you believe
Or do you choose to flee

From the power within your

Soul, your loving heart?

My will is strong,

Stronger than most

And I challenge you

To this game called Life, once and for all.

The odds may not be in your favor,

As a human who walks among us;

Perhaps your can find the joy

You've been missing for so long

And thrive, my dear children,

Thrive further than I ever could

When I was a mere mage

Walking among the trees and the birds.

Llandros/Landrose: Number Eight

My lips are sealed

As the portal I stand before

And I have all the time in the world

To think, to wonder.

The silence keeps me

Company in these dark times,

As I was so old before but now

Everyone I know has come and gone.

No one can pass my gaze unharmed,

And now one can pierce my armor

As it was woven with golden

Threads and destinies lost.

The more death,

The more my armor grows

Though this curse is very recent.

To guard, to fight:

Those are my drives,

As the whistle of my blade

Keeps me sane in this

Rebirth, this newest life

I never asked for.

I was once at peace,

But now I can not be again

For an eternity more.

And I wonder why the Lifebringer accepted me?

Euros/Eurea/Uros: Number Seven

Worldly balance is the key to greatness

For this earth you all live upon

And the best way to reach it:

To see, to hear, to feel

Recognize the magic all around you

And finally acknowledge,

The questions of the unknown

The veil will blind

All of you from

All of us, in debt to the Fates.

The fire and the water that 

Consumes us all in the end - 

Feel the rivers

Coursing through your veins

And wonder, was it

There this whole time?

And think of me,

My brother, Euphrates,

As you slowly delve into

The great Beyond this plane.

Euphrat(es)ia/La Mer: Number Six

Peace and Balance keep the waters strong
Against the rising lands of Gorgea
And his mountainous allies

The calculated chaos of liquidity
Spin the earth into a brew
Of both order and mess,

Combining the powers of the
Waters, the Earth, the Sky
And the universe into one.

His water courses sharp
Through the valleys of the dark
And the caverns on high;

And thus we shall see
What new life will bring into this
Earth, this ever-changing sphere:

The moon will smile upon
These new waters, these new
Cracks in the mantle of life

With Water He shall sculpt while He wonders
Just how deep the Old Gods have been sunk,
And if they still believe in themselves,
Do they remain deities?

Or are they something else?