Song of the Golden Apples Song of the Waning Ode to the Tesseract Key The Song of the Rock of Despair Ode to the One Below
When things are bad, if things are sadSong of the Golden Apples
by
Sylyryn the Bard
Three mystical apples, precious and rare, colour of gold, whither and where?
Scattered about, blown to the winds, by their hand the trouble begins.
'Twas first a red apple, forbidden fruit,
That tempted Mankind off its lofty pursuit.
Deliciously tempting! For even one taste,
You'd click up your heels and fall on your face.
Ambrosial aroma, so fresh and so sweet,
You'd swear life held nothing better to eat.
But a pleasing outside may hide what's in store --
Even apples of gold can have worms at the core.
Worms of jealousy, pettiness and rage,
Pulling us back to a much darker age
Where men care for nothing save the glitter of gold,
Act without thinking, and do what they're told.
Worms of desires, worms of deceit,
Worms of confusion dark and discreet.
So beware of these apples, though pleasing they are.
They'll muddle your mind and lead you afar.
Gathered together, their power is great
To change circumstance and circumvent fate,
To change a man's fortune from riches to strife,
Give bloom to the winter, bring statues to life,
Make minutes seem endless, turn day into night.
Beware, my young listener, if they enter your sight.
Three mystical apples, precious and rare, colour of gold, whither and where?
Scattered about, blown to the winds, by their hand the trouble begins.
Song of the Waning
by
Sylyryn the Bard
Can you feel it? It is not as it was.
The air is fouler, the sky is grayer, and all because
Of the wicked scheme of Sariloth.
He means to drain us all, of
The fragrance of the flower, the cleansing of a shower,
The sunset that doth please, the wafting of a breeze,
All of life will soon subside, and in the evil Tapstones abide.
All that we hold dear, all that we think grand
Will soon be a tool for his evil plan.
The moon of night, the light of day,
All will soon be drained away
Trapped in tapstones, never freed
Until released by mighty deed.
Therefore, noble people, treasure this day.
Draw it near and hold it fast,
For unless we see this evil stopped
Each breath you draw could be the last.
Ode to the Tesseract Key
O Key of Tesseract,
Mighty guardian of the mystical doorway,
Only you can open the portals of the Starways
To which time and place have no meaning,
Where every time is Now
And every place is Here.
O Mystical Key to the Universe,
Where do your Starways lead?
Are there any to take me to Peace?
Are there any to take me to Joy?
Are there any to take me to Myself?
-- Sylyryn the Bard
The Song of the Rock of Despair
by
Sylyryn the Bard
O most wretched boulder, O Rock of Despair,
O most tortured souls, what sin put thee there?
O dross of the Underworld, living in pain
Facing thy failures again and again,
Hardened by heartache, a weight none could bear,
O most tortured souls, what sin put thee there?
'Twas ne'er a man sunk so deep he could not be thrown a rope,
Nor any darkness not made to shine by one small ray of Hope.
The Hope thou seeketh lies within, O Misery Manifest.
Use Courage as thy weapon -- before thee lies the test!
Chip away at life's defeats, with hardship thee must cope
And if thou dost, revealed within is thine own Object of Hope.
Use this Object, make it strong to crack thy hardened shell.
Feed thy Hope with smiles of Joy to free thee from thy cell
Send Hope throughout the Universe and past the farthest star,
Fly faster than a Stargate, more powerful thee are!
Heal thyself! Once more be free, O Rock of deep Despair!
Thy prison thou hath made thyself. No sin hath cast thee there.
Ode to the One Below
Beneath the land of elven green
Lives a Force Below, in dark - unseen.
With face and eye and heart of black,
His awe steals will, anon, alack.
Amongst the fungus dank and gemstone glow,
His might expands, his minions grow.
In cavern deep, in crevice maze,
This Thief in night does sap and raze.
When things are bad, if things are sad;
Fear not, for eternal I always spring.
I am a woman's name, though you can have the same,
Kill me, you'll be filled with sorrow...
Until I grow again tomorrow.
Drop me where the rocks ring true,
And to an astral land I'll bring you.
To the plane where Chaos reigns,
Heed him right and stop the Blight.
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