Unnamed Poem no. 1Burning Words like fire and sinStop the breath before it beginschoking off my solemn replyAs I watch the hours go byAfraid now for things I've never beenAfraid now for things I've never seenSing me why it must be this waytell me how I must obeyWrap your hands around my fleshStrengle the neck and press the breastTo feel my heart running beneathUntil burning words cut off my spechWatch my words as they dieHear my moans, hear my sighsBut You'll never hear the tears that fallYou'll never see me feel this smallI'll tuck it under cheek and tongueAnd keep it hid till I end what you've Begun.
The Morning AfterThe sun broke over the shattered land, Aver's warm rays softly caressing the scars of His now maimed Sister. It had taken much effort to save the mortals who once walked these lands, not to mention the animals and monstrous creatures that had called this world home, but they had succeeded."At what cost," He said aloud to himself.The pantheon was broken, so many Immortals lost in the cataclysm caused by one of the two Fathers of the world. And where was the Creator? How could He allow the Destroyer to finally win out in this ages long battle for these mortals lives? Why had an unnamed, unknown Goddess been the only one to step forward to save what She was able."What shall we do now, Valeth?" Aver asked of the Ever-present, the God of Death."They are not in my realm," the Ever-present said, for indeed the souls of those mortals who had disappeared moments before the destruction had not passed into the plane of death."They are safe," said Nalena, Goddess of Dreams. She materialized f
Maybe a prologueHe waded through the surrounding battle as effortlessly as a child through shallow waves, the bodies falling around him like so many drops of ocean spray that crash futile against an unforgiving wall. Almost casually he brushed aside a fleeing woman, her shape lost within the moving shadow behind him, her screams lasting no longer than the recognition of her presence. Screams not so very much different than those which had begun this war. He brushed aside the thought with a physical gesture, again moving a woman from his path with dark glove, but this one would not so easily be brushed aside. Her image burned within his eyes, and he felt as if he should be remembering something other than her agonized screams. He waded further into the ocean of bodies and gleaming metal.They had come in the night with the sharp whistle of a thousand trebuchet shots. The stars watched over the slaughter with no cloud or moon to soften their view of what lie beneath. This city could have been spared, it