This is in a style called braid-rhyming, in intricate and complicated one to work in. I have used braided verse before, but never attempted one on this scale. Please tell me what you hink of it:
O Veritas, remember me! I hear your cries and almost see!
I cannot hate you, never shall, even from this dark locale
Dragon dear, my only son, I blame you not for what you’ve done
Bound to your flesh, to shadow slaved, its first and ancient claim.
As your name tells, you know this truth, as well I know the same.
Now alone you soar the skies of Lore: Emerald, Amethyst, and Turquoise
while the Shadowscythe’s malice to sorrow has turned all memory of joys.
Ours was a time of joy and love, of laughter and of life
of sword and knife and silken glove, of many forms of strife:
of battle, friendship, comrades dear, and sometimes, sacrifice
yet as we fought, we had one fear, your nature’s precipice.
We knew the dark and secret ways, and ways of light and love
Fought from the fearsome Erinyes below to moon and stars above
We knew them all, and also true, your nature, dearheart,
though you rue what now you are, and death keeps us apart.
Although for now I must stay dead, I still can hear your cries
Can you hear me? Can you see? This was always our destiny.
Our paths now far apart have led, for everything yet dies.
Oh I forgive you, always shall. I see you from this dark locale
I wait beyond the doors of death, this dark and lonesome keep
with other shades, whose rage at you replaces vanished breath.
O my dear one, my dragon son, eternal shall I wait, and weep
their hate is not my shibboleth, for well I know the work of fate.
I see your tormented mind writhe, held by avarice and hate
so long held by the shadowscythe, whose ire none can sate
Yet even in their madness dread, O dragon quick and lithe
with all that they’ve done to your head, they have not won the day.
You kill and kill in rage and pain, to drown out yet my well loved name
but light and earth and fire exist, the polluted world that they
seek nothing less than the unmaking of. And that you still resist.
Veritas, my son, my love, Telembor’s earth, and sky above!
Neso’s waves, Fiamme’s flames, are proof to me that you still fight
and stand against the endless night! Your battle waged within the mind
your body slays in rage so blind. By Haeos’s storms. Kyanos’ frost
Warlic and I know you’re not lost. Voidstar’s night gives way to dawn
Celeritas still lives on, though against you not one could stand
if now you answered the Stranger’s hand. Vandark and Zeuster
bring us news. I love that rooster! Arester, patron of war
has more power now than ever before
to bring against the shadowscythe.
Their use of you his bloody tithe.
Veritas, O hear me speak! I cry to you, though words are weak
although your life may never end, none living would your work defend
destroying truth, hear me, this is true! Even still you are my friend.
Yes, this accompanies my previous work "Destroying Truth"