Fear
With residue of depthless sorrow
Encrusting my cheeks like crystal roads,
I think of you, my one true love,
And what ill your quietness bodes.

A sinking feeling in my heart,
Unlike that of any I felt before
Leaves me alone to consider
The endless possibilities in store.

Is that hatred in your silence?
Have I done something wrong,
Or have I simply ceased to be
Worthy of your heart's song?

Paralyzed and empty,
Without Promethean heat
That gives my face color,
I rest, broken, at your feet.

Eternally will I wait
For your melodious, gentle call,
And forever shall I stay
Until time withers and ends us all.

My Sanctuary
Golden leaves fall from trees
As we savor their welcoming shade.
We're only able to smile from glee
While our worries seem to fade.

Lost in depthless pools of blue,
I close my eyes and sigh.
Like melodious birdsongs do,
You raise my soul up high.

You continue to ease my weary eyes
With a sweet, enchanting smile.
Truly this angel, lovely and wise,
Will stand by me no matter the trial.

Immortal you make me, I finally see
That you're my life, my sanctuary.

Solitude
The fickle sun begins to fall
From its home, high in the sky.
I stand here, a lone stone wall,
Waiting while others pass me by.

Time creeps forward ever so slow
While the elements wear me down.
Rooted here with nowhere to go,
While in solitude I drown.

Suffocated by heart's desire,
I stand tall, though hollow and spent.
As the empty world grows more dire,
I long more for heaven to be sent.

Finally, with low moan and rumble,
The stone wall falls and crumbles.

Beacons of Hope
The cruel shroud of night looms over the land
To cast all in shadow, anguish, and fear.
Despite the threat, we'll lend the weak a hand
And boldly defend that which we hold dear:
The lives of our friends, all noble and true.
With light in all its radiant splendor,
We shall shine, reaching out to all in view.
With water so clear, we'll soothe, engender
Relief, and coax our friends to continue.
Greatest mastery in the art of war
Shall strengthen us as unity comes through.
We will uphold balance in the land, for
We won't let heartless evil interlope.
For our home, we are the Beacons of Hope!

Ancient Scars
Crashing down to earth with a broken gasp,
The warrior crumples, a mess of flesh and steel.
Shadowy fiends about him cackle and rasp
As the poor man's mind begins to reel.

He failed and let his friends fall,
Leaving him, a mere mortal, to defend.
All is lost, all is in the demons' thrall,
But something shifts as he draws near the end.

Ancient scars split and burn
Even as his weary soul begins to turn.
His heart a firey inferno, he yearns,
Aches for vicious blows to be returned.

With blade in hand, he steadily rises,
A savage smile revealing the surprises
In store for those with bloodlust in their eyes.
Time to break them down to size, he cries,

"Do your worst, foul beasts! My time may be near,
But I'd rather lose my life than let you stay here!"
His strength surged and gave him the will
To push back the fiends until he lay forever still.

Prevailing Over Greed Embodied
(DF Lucky War 2012)
Surrounding the town like a yellow sea
Is the horde of ruthless, gleaming beasts.
Past the gates, they roar malevolently,
Eager to partake of Guardian feasts.
With weapons in hand and barriers raised,
Our brave defenders will not let them feed.
They will tear the foes apart, hardly fazed,
Fighting their way to the embodied greed.
Despite the gold that coats our enemies,
They're worth not our strength nor our attention.
Easily they'll fall and if we so please,
We'll batter the Baron to submission.
Spells and blades will strike like a vicious gale,
And Guardians of Lore will prevail!

Honey-Muffin Hollow
(Beyond the Rainbow)
Let go, drift off, and let your soul fly free
Beyond the rainbow and fluffiest of clouds,
Just past the home of the gold honeybees,
Beneath the gumdrop canopy shrouds.
There lies the warm cradle where sleepers teem,
Where blankies and pillows always stay soft:
Honey-Muffin Hollow, the Land of Dreams!
Set aside your worries, you'll stay aloft
With your spirits high and tummies content!
Just fall asleep, silly, let your heart croon,
Smile and bless the world with that present.
Hush now, rest under the guardian moon.
You'll always be safe here, no harm will come
In the world of cupcakes and bubblegum.

Untapped Rage
(April Friday the 13th: Rising Fire War)
Drums of war pound in rhythm with the minds,
The hearts burning bright with an untapped rage.
Guardian and Atealan might combines,
Putting out the fire of the Blue Mage!
Homes, ancient and new, all crumble to dust
As treacherous demons cleave at our hearts.
Wake up, my friends! Uniting is a must
To stop them before Apocalypse starts!
The conqueror of worlds and dimensions
Looms over our land like a darkened storm,
Ready to claim his burning redemption!
Even if those minions of fire swarm,
We cannot, we will not ever back down.
It's time to usurp the infernal crown!

Only Doom
Away from the warm, distant shores of light,
There stood a man, his heart blackened like coal.
Whispered winds chilled this harbinger of night
Despite the blind anger held in his soul.
Power is supreme, he proudly believed.
Friends are for fools, too weak to stand alone.
Wearing darkness like the best mantle weaved,
He thought he was the greatest ever known.
Then the warm, golden sun roused from its den
High in the sky, burning shadows to ash.
Brought so low by the light of the heavens,
He fell, truth striking him like a hot lash:
Unity strengthens and chaos consumes.
Light brings hope and darkness brings only doom.

In Crumbling Ruins
In crumbling ruins of ancients past
Rests the soul of a forsaken, old man.
Eternally his spirit weeps his last,
His only home, where his sorrow began.
The walls, once silver and gleaming, tarnish
Like the forlorn, hollow halls of his heart.
Bitter hatred clung to it like varnish,
Ceasing only when his pain was to start.
Guilt and deepest regret linger there now,
Torturing the mourning man day by day.
Wandering his past and watching how
His glorious life had faded away.
A single moment of unrestrained rage
Destroyed his life, his pride, his golden age.

Light, Fire, and Shadow
(BoH/APR/TCG Alliance Commemoration)
Wielding the graceful power of shadow,
Of searing flame, and most resplendent light,
We shall lend strength and take on any foe!
No evil, no fool will dare test our might
As the songbird's cry rends their spirit.
The very stars will rain down in torrents,
Conquering the waves while hope is relit.
Standing together and in accordance
Of pacts forged with our honor, blood, and trust.
Rising from ashes to bring a new dawn,
To shine as beacons and uphold the just
No matter endeavors or fights forgone!
Protecting the innocent from their plight,
Beacons, Phoenixes, Guardians unite!

Hey There, Alina
(Parody of "Hey There, Delilah" by the Plain White T's, written from the perspective of Rolith)
Hey there Alina, what's it like in Falconreach?
I'm away at Oaklore Keep,
And as I listen to togs screech, I wonder,
"What wouldn't I give to be there, to be with her?"

Hey there Alina, don't you worry for my well-being!
This year's Frostval will be lovely, unless the Hero starts freeing
The moglins.

WORK-IN-PROGRESS!

The Dire Wolf's Lament
The dire wolf's lament hums in my chest
Late at night, resonating in the void
My love once nurtured, but now she avoids,
Tearing away my peace of mind and rest.
I recall the days we would laugh and play,
Savoring each hour as it would pass.
But I fear that those times are gone, alas,
Now stolen by the one who shuns the day.
Waiting like a blue jay in a cold nest,
Enduring each torturous, joyless hour
Aching to return from where I was wrest:
The arms of my soulmate, my sweet flower,
I stand here, hoping I truly was blessed
With love and life, not a wish gone sour,
Not a fractured heart and a divine jest.

Colored by Compassion
Our bare hearts and souls entwine without seam
As unparalleled passion paints our sight
Myriad colors, like stained glass alight.
All while shadowy strangers lurk and scheme,
Wishing to further their twisted regime.
Diligent as a foul, virulent blight,
They design their ploy to worsen our plight,
Poison our souls, and smother our one dream.
But never will they paint our warm world grey,
For love and justice never fail to win
With fate and time faithfully at their side.
So we carry on throughout night and day,
Our prismatic life as it's always been:
Colored by compassion and with love dyed.

Hidden Away from the Silvery Moon
Hidden away from the silvery moon,
You shudder beneath a veil of shadow.
Fiery knives of sin pierce, rip, and sow
Venomous weeds that constrict and festoon
Around your writhing soul in a cocoon.
Suffocated by misery and woe,
You collapse and cry in guilt-ridden throes
For your love and your heart, shattered and strewn.
Then from the heavens, a white blade descends,
Held in the unyielding grip of a knight.
With a furious roar and ruthless score,
The darkness he burns and the vines he rends.
Once the shadows flee and hope is in sight,
He tenderly mends your pure, golden core.

Light on the Horizon
A Farewell to the Celestial Guardian
With gold rays of light on the horizon,
He turns to face us with a wistful sigh.
No one had foreseen this final goodbye
In the hopeful light of a rising sun.
Glancing to the shadows that lurk behind,
Remnants of a desperate, woeful past,
Our courage flees and our resolve unwinds
For fear that our next breath may be our last.
It is at that moment that we recall
His purest contribution to our guild:
The gift of the ultimate unity.
So we rise up together, proud and tall,
Determined as ever for faith to build,
For us to become what he meant to be.

Maddened and Cackling
(July Friday the 13th: Wrath of Wargoth)
That familiar tingle in the air
Causes time to stand still as I recall
Rifts rending the sky with a piercing glare.
The weight in my chest seems to sink, then fall
As I hear the dreaded, telltale rumble.
His demons, maddened and cackling, drown
The land in flames and coax to crumble
My life the way I knew it, with my town.
Liquid silver runs down my cheek as I
Observe the sad, hollow shell of my life.
But I stand tall, lift my gaze to the sky,
And draw strength from sorrow, anger, and strife.
Tonight, it is those monsters that are burned,
Writhing in pain 'til my world is returned.

Unfazed
(Artix Entertainment 10th Anniversary War)
With a hollow heart of shadow and frost,
The Chairman readies his forces once more,
Aiming to finally claim through the war
Victory from those who have never lost.
That arrogant smirk bleeds across his face
While the plans he meticulously weaves
Set into motion his goals to bereave
His foes of their leaders and leave no trace.
But this Chairman fails to anticipate
The fabled might of his adversaries,
And he watches in dismay for three days
While the warriors swiftly decimate
The pitiful army he thought would seize,
But managed not to even leave them fazed.

The Prophecy
Past the elusive veil your answers rest,
Entangled in the perilous shadows.
From the hands of Fate these three clues are wrest
To evade your place in the world's gallows.
Slumbering now are two mighty creatures
Untouched, unbound by our sacred power.
The beast of chaos that destruction lures,
Destined to kill and a world devour,
And its opposite, so noble and pure,
That it will shield your home from annihilation.
Should this titanic duel the land endure,
So too shall you all meet your salvation.
A crimson blade, without impunity,
Shall meet the blessed shield of unity.

Remnants of Hope
Here the scattered and forlorn ashes rest
Of the Pillars that once stood for justice
And shielded the world as Lore's great aegis,
Leaving mere Remnants of Hope its bequest.
All but destroyed by our pride and neglect,
We struggle to rally the ruing remains
While evil awaits on the darkened plains,
Eager to end us before we collect.
Drawing from deepest reserves of power,
We rise once more to protect our allies
With undisputed Mastery of war.
With Light we inspire in this late hour,
And Water we soothe as we realize
That Balance must mend our failure to Lore.

The Star-Mantled Tree
(Aurauris' Christmas Present)
Pleasantly reposing beside the fire,
I cradle you, my feelings unexpressed.
So I retire by you and admire
Your sweet, angelic smile whilst you rest.
Failing to catch the words that, together,
Would finally capture all that you are,
I curl 'round you, shield you from the weather,
From the white snow that blankets near and far.
But then I glance to our star-mantled tree,
Heart and mind alike stricken by its light,
Back to you with your cookie-filled tummy,
And remember at last the words just right.
Holding you close and leaning down to croon,
"Aurauris, I love you, please return soon."

Lament of the Nightingale
Children of the day, children of the night,
If you'd hear the tale of a daft old loon
For you I shall sing of that silver light:
Nurturing sight of our guardian moon.
Fear not the shadows, succumb to their heat;
Our angel of night shields us from above
With her ivory cloak and eyes so sweet.
Listen, hear of her unrequited love.
High in the heavens lies her golden mate,
Though he is quite demure and flees from her
Across azure skies, and thus is her fate:
To chase her love 'til her love is secure.
So do not shun our argent observer,
Revel in her blessings and comfort her.

Let Our Life Start
(Valentine's Gift to Aurauris)
I often find myself awake at night,
Paralyzed by the monumental weight
Of the life I will share with my soulmate,
Like a colossus of cold, frigid fright.
The knowledge with which elder paths alight
Will not be mine to wield, nor do the Fates
And their thread bode well for those whose mind's gait
Is lame with wisdom lacked and clouded sight.
But then my eyes turn to my sweet angel,
Her drowsy smile charming near and far,
And strength wells at the bottom of my heart.
I feel I could weather heaven and hell
Or hack away the black chains crossing stars.
Let the future come, and let our life start.

Artix von Krieger
Parody of The Beatles' "Eleanor Rigby"
Ah, look at the magical creatures!
Ah, look at the magical creatures!

Artix von Krieger picks up a skull near a church where there once were undead.
Is he a-head?
And his heart wrenches, looking at The Rose's symbols branded on the wall.
Why did they fall?

The magical creatures,
Why are they bound in chains?
The magical creatures,
Why does our king refrain?

Robina the Hood runs through the Woulds with a pouch full of potions and gold.
Who is Cinquefoil?
Look at her searching, trying to find the critters when there is nothing there.
This isn't fair!

The magical creatures,
Why are they bound in chains?
The magical creatures,
Why does our king refrain?

Ah, look at the magical creatures!
Ah, look at the magical creatures!

Artix von Krieger, wandering across the land for some zombies to slay.
There is no way.
Robina the Hood, scrutinizing only to find some shackles shattered.
This is absurd!

The magical creatures, (Ah, look at the magical creatures!)
Why are they bound in chains?
The magical creatures, (Ah, look at the magical creatures!)
Why does our king refrain?