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The Ancient Wall
07:27
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Sing not broken harvest, for the night is long
And the echoes of the dawn still carry on
Wake into dusk and splendour, witness the prophet song
Follow t'ward the binding, burning strong
And lying thusly broken, the spirit of old decay
Behold as the ancient tethers fray
Journey through the darkening murkland, the paling and the grey
To midnight shrouded valleys far away
Now vastly approaching
The ancient wall, from which I derive
My immaterial bond to these planes
Gratefully wanes, and breaks once again
Loomward the weaver walks
Unburdened by haste
Tideward and weary stalks
In somnolence drear
A child of ancient grace
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Warder of the Tide
12:33
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Wanderer from far beyond
Sing to me in that wordless tongue
Traveler in realms unknown
I hear the wind from its spectral throne
Nightwrought, the towers glow
Tall and far in their dusk abode
Yet long the winding road
Saith the wind from its spectral throne
High up the rise, looming as a pale shadow
The swirling air reveals fleeting...
Dancer, of the distant form
Dreamer, from beauty born
The vales wide, the globes in their luminescence
Await their waking and your passage
Come again, the ward and the wizard
Those pale fires, whence we came
Bind the frayed, the lost and invisible wayward cords
In open gloried wreathe, in luster timeless
Guide the wanderer, the weary voyager
Now aimed true, adorned and veiled
Prophesied, receiver to distant journey lies
Past the wooded groves, and onward beyond...
Caller, 'cross violet skies
Seeker, with rending cry
The wailing winds beckon to the lingering wisps
Drawing near to bridge the wretched rifts
Shimmering, the lucent path
Passes by in bleary flight
Mystic flickerings float alight
Pulled by the tide
Spheres dissipate in dormant grace
Rising, tumultuous, the echoing embrace
Of ascendant return
River of arcane might, breaker of fate
Reveals, 'midst towering heights, the perennial gate
Cascade of prophecy...
Warder of the coming tide
Defender in the shining night
Fear not the perils that lay in the raging waters
Nor the woes of cryptic wonders
The towers tall resound to the distant hollows
Saith the wind from its spectral throne
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Harvester's Hymn
11:28
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He stands in the weary light of the clearing
A pale prescence, adrift and alone
Pondering the scattered remnants of the distant time
That on old winds are blown
Oh come the harvest dry
Pass by the shadows in our eyes
Welcome the winter, pale white
See not confusion, nor decry
He waits for the evening sun to depart him
A shadow forms, and not his own
Nearing the dreary summit of his hilltop climb
Looms the shadow of death
Oh come the harvest dry
Pass by the shadows in our eyes
Welcome the winter, pale white
See not confusion, nor decry
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Woodsmoke
12:00
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Between the fey and the fable
Where mythic motes in miry meadows dwell
Over the hallowed hills unveiled
The gleaming trail returns with elder spell
To elevate
Writhing, windworn, amidst the dimming shadows
Duskbearer, in the hazy nightmist
Seeping outward from the deep dreamhollows
A burdened procession in cursed ambience
Enshrouded in auratic glow
Sorcerous seers make their way below
The lashing winds in tempestuous might
Pierce the billowing wall, the enfeebling blight
The gloomy path, revealed in the silence
Evoking passage and windborne guidance
Channelling, the seers return
To culminate their conjuring
Reaching beyond, unworldly bond
Forlorn was the coming morn
That tore through the breaking winter
For it carried the wounds of time and grievance
As echoes of the passing night
Resound toward a starry aether
Ephemeral in their flight
Fading to wisps of woodsmoke
And so as the cosmic arch
Descends on the silent forest
The astral cloak is cast, enduring
The dawnkeepers flee afar
Soaring to a distant never
The blessed mists depart
Borne on winds of woodsmoke
Between the ever and the after
The long ages and bygone tales past
Held in the sweeping landscape dormant
Awaiting the cry to call apart
To resonate
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Loom
07:38
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Waking into grey
Where olden remnants lay
Under darkness torn
And undisturbed by time
In towering twisted climb
The threads toward the dawn
Lunar tapestry
Casts its majesty
For all to behold
And rising to entwine
Over sacred sign
The threads in deathless hold
The ephemeral wave
Recedes in finite ways
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