Zero: Number Eleven

 Black ink scours the lands

In this technological wasteland

I've built for myself thus far,

And although I'm young

I have years of power, of growth

And I wonder how long it will take

My brother, the sworn hero

To take me out himself,

Once and for all?

I don't mind these dark powers

I seem to have been born with,

Nor the knowledge I can contain

But he swears that it is wrong

And I am wrong

And everything of wrong is me.

If I've ever felt emotion

It was taken from me

Shortly after birth.

And now, I am void,

My powers are chaos itself,

And everything is black.

The void calls to me as a familiar,

Asking me to help it spread

It's voluminous, blank wings

And I concur that it is

Tragic to be so useful

Yet so frowned upon.

I am cold.

I am efficient.

I am Zero.

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.

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?

Gorgea: Number Five

A towering build of mud and stone

So still, so strong

Yet so stoically peaceful

Mountains and valleys he has born

Into the earth, its mantle

Wide open for the reaping

And the swamps, the grass

That cover the many lands 

Are his kin anew,

The rebirth coming soon

And him the first to call

The one they know as Life-Bringer.

The earth will quake under his

Titan-like weight

As the storms and the war help him

Sculpt the dirt into a new land,

On this earth that humans

Love to believe is our own.

Number Four: Celestia

Blinded by the darkness
How could I ever see the light again
In any of your faces,
Your bright smiles now erased

And the flowers, the trees
That once bound me are fled
From my crooked, petrifying,
Horrific gaze

My fangs dig deep into the souls
Of the damned and the forgotten
The wretched, the wicked
As I am become now

The pull of the darkness
Tendrils tying me down
Until I give in to this
Madness, this spiral of anger

It pulls me deeper and deeper
Into this black abyss and whispers
Into me, the future, past, and present
Until my sanity drips from my veins

Cut me open, and let it bleed
More and more until there's
Not enough evil to fill my body;
My heart, my soul -

Or perhaps the worst punishment
Is the mercy of it all;
To let me live with this insanity
Every. Single. Full moon.

Number Three: Iselta(i)n(e)

My sisters' words run deep
In my patient grace
And as the corruption leaves me,
Only the good is left behind.

Do not let my appearance fool you,
For I am danger. I am a predator.
And if you're on my bad side,
I can hunt you down with a wave of my hand.

My well-manicured nails and my
Perfectly placed flower crown
Can not define who or what I am
To myself or to the world.

I might be good, I may
Have the patience that saints dream of,
And my poise and collected attitude
Might lead you astray,

But don't let it seduce you,
Your charming human ways -
So gullible, so naive.
Let me be the wisdom that saves you.

I can be your light,
Your golden rays of hope
On the worst day of your mortal lives.
Or perhaps my sisters are more your type?

Fiore: Number Two

Melodies of morals play down my fingertips
Like the keys of a piano
Meant to be used, manipulated
To whatever needs must be met.

Does it make me the bad guy
To fulfill the role of the heroine,
Or the villainness when
My sisters are unable to?

I can play any game I like
And I can change the situation
As quickly as a snap of my fingers.

My magic runs within the
Feminine humans of earth,
The strong willed, fiery ones
That are willing to fight for themselves,

And especially those who seek justice
Beyond themselves,
Selfless to a fault
But also know when to ask for help.

I am the chaos, the elements
That stir within your soul
And burn bright with every passion.

I am the neutrality of what is right
And what is wrong,
Wrapped in a blanket of magical
Esteem and grandeur.

My slim, vampire figure
May haunt the others
But for the misunderstood,
The strange, the different,

The otherworldly -
I can be your hope,
Your darkest secret.

Ziegwelder: Number One

Unbreakable, my shoulders carry on
And the battlefield plays out
Exactly as I'd hoped
Playing my strengths
Against your weaknesses

My sword always larger
And always swifter
Than the biggest blade of them all

I wonder if my liege, my sole friend
Carries on my wisdom still;
And when I've faded once and for all
Will I still be the strongest?

His gold still plays my fingertips
As our brotherhood lives on inside my head
But the purpose I long for eludes me;

Why am I still here?
I ask The Fates but they won't tell.
The amnesia made me wander for days,
And here I am now, before the lost others,
Wondering why we were born so soon?

The Seven

Long forgotten in age we see monsters taller than the trees,
Seeking souls and blood and meat of those humans who had just arrived.
Be it hunger or be greed, the unwritten rite to hunt with such fangs and teeth,
Or be it forethought to start such a feast, lest they grow too numerous.
Primal fear soaked in most deep into our ancestors marrow,
Keeping close and constant watch for the monsters that would harrow.
Those who had the time on the days, where the sun rose high and bright,
Prayed to the creature who born them here for salvation most true and clear.

And on one feverish afternoon they finally received an answer.
A portal opened before the sun, like a moving slab of stone,
And they looked in such reverent horror as the sun become a back lit hole.
From this yawning portal came a pillar white hot with flame.
It came to rest quite soundlessly before the gathered crowd.
"To those whose burn as bright as I rest your hands upon me,
I shall awaken your hidden crystal eyes, and bestow the gift of Magic."
Seven brave stepped to the task, hands untouched by its fire.

And as they felt the unsung song they each knew of its power.
The Pillar vanished shortly after, as the sun returned to its true light,
And the Seven fought seven beasts in turn to prove this magic would bring delight.
So, the humans gained fangs of their own, of so many shapes and severity,
Driving their foes to deeper dark while they all the while caused calamity.
And so A new age was born from this, humanity bathed in hope.
But as such things go could it truly last?
ALL humans could do, was hope.