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Nacian Death Poem — June 3, 2017

Nacian Death Poem

Weep not for the dead

For they are ones who cannot

Weep instead

For the living who still bear this mortal toil

Let rather your prayer to the dead

Be in your actions

In the strain of the hand against the plow

The eye against dim light of candle

The mind in the whirlwind of thought

Let your life be the prayer to the dead

-Poem by Justinian the Younger

This is the first in a new series of poems done to promote the second book I am currently working on, I hope you all enjoy


A Toast to Domovoi, God of Hearth and Home — March 7, 2017

A Toast to Domovoi, God of Hearth and Home

A toast to the guard of the hearth!

A toast to the one that makes his mark

On the fields so ripe

And press so full

A toast to the god of wine!

The little man

So clever and so drunk

With unkempt beard

And locks of gold

Let’s raise our glass to him

So that our glass might always brim!

Hearth Keep — March 5, 2017

Hearth Keep

The castle of Hearth Keep, the largest castle in the Kingdom of Lorine, built with a burning hearth that stretches the distance of the main hall.

Hewn of stone and brick

Placed along the mountainside

Hearth Keep makes it watch

Over the green rolling hills of Lorine

The red towers

Scaling tall through the sky

The yellow hearth

Burning bright through the hall

The Green Mountains —

The Green Mountains

The Green Mountains, composed by Forrin, King of the Dweor, as his folk caught sight of the Green Mountains on their long march to the south, fleeing from the upheaval of Usham.

Hark my Brothers!

For what is that upon the light of the horizon?

A land filled with milk and honey

A land to carve halls and brew beer

Where the furthest peak is ornate with green growing grass

Here we make our fortune once more

Safe from the chilling sorrow of Usham

Here upon the Green Mountains

Shall the Dweor be sung of again

The Rat —

The Rat

The ominous poem composed for the dread and fear of Crassus Baal the Rat. A demon who gambles and seduces. He makes his victims destroy themselves, rather than by sheer force.

By the gods

The rat comes to scratch at the door again

He comes in red silk clothes

With feet of hooves

And head of vermin

To dance and deal

To wreck and cheat

His power is truest deceit

For it is not the bellowing and thundering storm

But the precise and silent chisel

That brings down towers and kingdoms

So hold fast the doorframe

And do not let him in

For once his whisper is eared

None can withstand

The seduction of the rat

Lest you hear the rat’s true name

Crassus Baal

The Sea Lord of Nazir — March 4, 2017

The Sea Lord of Nazir

Common shanty sung by the sailors of Tanaria, constantly on watch for pirates, most of all, the Sea Lord of Nazir

Be wary you sailor

Be wary you trader

Of the Sea Lord of Nazir

The cleverest pirate of here

He comes on the good wind

He comes on the bad wind

He comes all the same

On sails furled and whited

Like the pearls of the deep

With tongue of honey

And blade of sharp steel

He comes on the good wind

He comes on the bad wind

He comes all the same

Be wary you sailor

Be wary you trader

Of the Sea Lord of Nazir

Welund’s Blessing, Song of the Deangli —

Welund’s Blessing, Song of the Deangli

A traditional drinking song of the Deangli, the folk from across the Sea of Stars. Invokes the name of their chief god, Welund the Smith, and his son their first king, Pwyll.

Hammer (Welund)! Hammer (Welund)! Call down your son!

Who sailed cross the Sea of Stars

Hammer (Welund)! Hammer (Welund)! You came once before!

To the brave and fair one

The good maid Gweneth

Pwyll you did father

Us you did shelter

Hammer (Welund)! Hammer (Welund)! Now come once more!

Upon the Moonshore

You beat and you hammered

The foulest of demons, away from our hearths

Now brave hammer, bless us once more

Hammer (Welund)! Hammer (Welund)! Call down your son!

King Pwyll the Wisest of All!

The Taming of the Lion — March 3, 2017

The Taming of the Lion

The poem composed by the famous orator, Libacius, lamenting the sack of Nacia. Written as he fled the city on foot with many other refugees, watching great pillars of smoke envelope the walls.

By what have the sharp fangs gone dull?

Or roar so thunderous now like a mouse’s squeak?

Now marble towers

Lie in ruined pile

And gardens

Sit Overrun with weeds

By what force has the world tamed the Lion of Nacia?

Which did once prey on whole hosts of nations with razor teeth

And make cower all with a roar of deafening magnitude

By what milk shall the lion grow strong again?

Can such elixir exist?

Can such a man be born?

To make the lion roar once again

The Black Elk, God of the Zelphine People —

The Black Elk, God of the Zelphine People

Poem composed by King Rogbert when he and his hunting party were cast off their horses by a burning visage of a black elk.

What mortal man dare to stand

In the presence of the Black Elk?

What fire has he

That the Elk does not envelop?

With horns like darkened ivory

And eyes of burning suns

With hooves that singe against the dirt

And breath that turns to steam

Aye the man that stands would be mortal

For not long shall he stand in the presence

Of the Black Elk!

The Drowned Knight, a Poem from the land of Ritter — March 2, 2017

The Drowned Knight, a Poem from the land of Ritter

Composed by an unkown squire, sometime in the Age of Glory, since then, a staple of Ritter bards and performers.

Upon the gleaming lands of Ritter

A knight clad in shining steel rode

His face and crown adorned in gold

With the clinking and jangling of his metal

Which did sound much like potted kettle

By the road

Set upon by bandits with broken blades and rotted teeth

The knight let out a great laugh and took out his blade from its sheath

With a great swing he made quick work of them

Leaving them upon the forest floor they were condemned

By the cave

Awoke a great bear

With a roar that did pierce the fair air

Slashed and claw it did

By the shining armor of the knight all harm it did forbid

When the knight swung his sword

And took the bear’s head to the local lord

By the river

The folk told of a beast

Hewn of scale which had swam from the east

Upon the sea the knight did wade

To pierce the sea dragon with his blade

By the rushing flow of water

The knight found his own slaughter

For now upon the bottom of the river

Clad in shining metal like that of silver

Sits the Drowned Knight

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