a letter of simple words

To the lady whom I may never meet again,

Much time has passed since I first had these feelings in my heart. These feelings that were never forgotten. These feelings that brought such warmth to my weakening soul. I had never knew such warmth before I met you. The world may collapse and burn upon the ground that it stands on but I will live on, lingering on these sweet memories of you. For even amidst the terrors of my life, I had always found strength just simply by thinking of your fair face. Just the thought of you brings me renewed courage and hope to cross the obstacles enveloping around me. How much I long to hear your voice, the sweet sounding music that proceed from your lips. They carry on as echoes in my mind, so I can hear them till my end. How adorable you look in all that you do, where ever you are, every second of your beautiful life. My nerves fail me when I see your face and I fall to the ground in awe of the spectacle before me. Without doubt, this will not be so before another. You are all that exists in my world, and may you remain so. Yet it pains me to know that my day of leaving draws close. Is it possible that I may never see you again? This horrible punishment that I know not why is inflicted upon me. It does not matter that I do not find space within your heart. Neither does it matter if I do not even exist in any of your thoughts. All that matters is that it is an allowance for me to love you and to see your face. Now that this right is wrenched out of my grasp, I only know bitterness. All I beg is that you remain in my memories, and all that was done with you...

Gracio meinen musofine Nylekoj, jac var beetion teylhu.

a time of void

The bitter hate that blinds our senses. The seductive joy that plunges us into a world of ecstasy. The fancy hope that gives life a meaning. The somber sorror that destroys our souls. The feelings of the world, they exist as such. And yet of late, I have been unable to feel the dispositions of a normal mortal. I live in void, and the void clouds my thoughts. My heart tells me nothing, and my mind does not know of what to do. I am in a whirl even as I speak. I feel lost and misplaced. A mist deprives me of my sight. A searing cold numbs my sense of touch. My ears are rendered disfuntional by the screeching silence around me. When will I be relieved of my burden? When will I be free of my load? When will I feel life again?

the birth of a newborn

A light impact was made upon the ground,

Causing the soft dust to rise above the land.

The mood was calm and the wind gentle,

Carrying along with it the tiny speckled sand.

The cries of a newborn broke the silence,

It annouced a new life waiting to unfold.

The people gathered around the yound child,

For the sound was too beautiful to behold.

Sharing that special moment were many,

The young and the old, the puerile and wise.

Like one they imagined the infant's future,

But it was somethings impossible to surmise.

The little nursling was cute and adorable,

The feeling perceived was far from torment.

No eye gleamed brighter than the mother's,

No doubt that this was her proudest moment.

the chant of lamentation

Alas, the grey clouds gather round by my death bed. As if singing a dirge, they chant on endlessly. My heart has fallen apart into the dying flames and has rekindled the fire. But in doing so it has disintegrated. It hurts so bad. There it was, the hope of the enchanted dreams. It hovered right above my head. It voiced words of enticement. I hastened to grab it. But it disappeared into dust the second I laid my shaking hands upon it. I had not known what it would have done, nor what it would do. Now I am wasting away into my dreams. They will remain so. And my life will follow it. Does nothing ever come true?

the element of hate

Damnation and bitter curses against all who brought naught but plagues upon my already miserble life. Is it not enough that I have already lost my pride and honour? Must you now mock me? Master of scum and criminals. You have lived one day too many. You hated animal. Down six stratums beneath the dust is an empty place that you shall be condemned to and no one else. May you live your days in solitude and misery. You claim to be a bringer of peace. But of fallen glory and despised hope, you are the worst element of vice. You bring a harvest of darkness upon the heart. You bring the breath of sadness. You bring the sight of death. May it be that you will never see another day of elevation. Your bitter heart will rot into itself. Your brain will decay in your skull and you will become senile. Then you shall be pitied and perhaps despised. You shall whimper like a camp dog kicked around the fire. And at the moment in time, I will sit before the scene like an audience. And I will be pleased with the show.

the breaking of wills

Of withering flowers and of crumbling leaves. My life is naught but a miserable wreck. I have reached the end. Time and time again I was made to stand up against the elements of life. And finally, I am broken. The great battle was fought and lost. It seems as though there is naught to be happy for. Naught to love for. Naught to joy for. Naught to look forward for. Naught to live for. It has come to a dramatic close and it is not in favourable terms. But yet in the midst of my despair, I understand that this is not truly the end. For end is much further. This is simply the end of one major battle. But life holds much more. For we must live till the end of time comes. For we must live for the greater good that is to come.

the regaining of hope

The elements of life have challenged my abilities to withstand them time and time again. And now my energies are nearly an end. I am beaten. Lost. Confused of what am I to accomplish. When all hope has left us, what shall we do? Shall we bow down to the overwhelming might of the enslaver? Shall we flee from the fearsome power of the aggressor? Shall we give in to the greater strength of our enemies? No! I may be fighting a losing battle but I do know one thing. No matter how much there is to lose, there is nothing worst to lose than our right to live life the way we want. The elements may hound us endlessly. But we must never play into their hands and let them dictate our lives. For giving in to them and their demands is tantamount to death. To lose against them is already a disgrace, but to seek peace terms and compromise is the worse crime one can commit. A crime worthy of the death penalty with inclusion of mutilation and absence of a proper burial. For a treaty with the elements is never balanced. We can only seek to lose. We shall lose our beings and our honour. And we will be left with nothing. I condemn such thoughts ten levels beneath the dust. We must never allow ourselves to be cast into darkness. Only if we resist with all our mights will there be chance of victory. Even if they come again, we shall resist once again. This is the only way will we see the beautiful life beyond the seventh oasis.

the voices of enslavement

I am not deaf. Just hard of hearing. You do not understand. There are things affecting the voices I hear from this world. There are these voices in my head. Speaking to me every minute of the day. Harassing my mind endlessly. They speak to me. They say strange things that I find hard to comprehend. I hear the same phrases over and over again. But they make no sense. It is beyond me and my capabilities to manipulate this terrible phenomenon. For it is within me, no doubt harvesting on my own abilities and turning them on me. I am victimized by these unseen forces. I am tired. I cannot hold them back much longer.

the change of change

I cannot take it anymore. Blind hate flashes across my eyes like it were flames. Is there no chance to change my inner feelings? All I want is peace to reign ten-fold across my lands. But the stink of that craven scum had to come forth once more. Just when my heart was turning from anger, it was turned back again. Now change is wandering through both rock and bone. There is no longer any chance for quarters to be given freely to the aggressor. Pain shall be inflicted. Suffering shall flow like the rapids. May it be known through the lands of the five founders.

the thirst for vengeance

Hate. Anger. Thoughts of revenge. Hopes of retribution. They flood my head and cry out in endless song. The accursed scum who think me weak in heart. The filthy imbeciles who know naught of me. I relish the day that all whom had done me those faithless injustices will burn in their own deeds. But I must not feel these things. A person of my standing is not allowed. I only can feel for my people. I can only feel vengeful for their sake, not mine. For now, I must be strong in the eyes of them who watch. A poor outlook will result if love for my enemies is vanquished. An enemy can turn ally. And so we hope.

the end of time

In the ages to come, we may see new light, new springs and new mornings. Life will blossom through the four seasons like the flowers of Flerindre. It will flow endlessly like the streams and rivers of Klakfoon. We will see life everyday and we will embrace it like a loved one. We will live it each day like any other. The quest for glory and honour. The search for eternal joy and ever-lasting peace. We will learn to enjoy the fruits of this world. But it will come to an end. The day will swoop down upon us like the peregrin falcon. We will not sense it until the very last second where we are already within its claws. It will feast upon our powerless bodies. We will suffer pain without any strength to resist it. Darkness will shroud in from all sides of the spectrum of decay and all hope will be considered forfeited. The multitudes will listen to poetic dirges speaking of them. The nobles will lay in their lavishly gold covered graves. Even the strong and the kings of the great empires will meet with the same woeful end. Nothing lasts forever. No one will survive. All will be lost.

the impossibility of adaption

The top priority of every soul is to change. For change brings about difference. And difference brings one to the very top. It elevates you far above the common populace. However, change is not adaptation. To adapt is the number one crime one can do. To adapt is to follow, it is to be ruled over. Instead, one must avoid this extremely detrimental step. One must learn to change fast, lightning fast, before one's enemies can. And they will be left behind, trying to catch up, trying to adapt. Struggling to adapt, to you.

a time of what the elements bring us

Her smile, so bright, radiates around the four corners of my heart.
Her eyes, like gems, sparkle as the quiet waters flow by.
My heart, melting, longs to be by her side.
My sanity, all gone, may never come back.

the plague of desire

The lady of dreams is in my thoughts every moment of time. The infection of hope has hastened to spread through the four corners of my heart. How then do I break forth from this iron grasp of desire? Why does she have to be of such beauty? Why of such grace and of such elegance? Not a day passes without her hounding my inner soul. She moves the heavens with her dance of life. Quartis! She brings the world to their feet. To be in her presence is a great honour. How much more honourable then to be by her side each night and morning? To see her smile of joy and to hear her laughter of song. Her beauty never ceases to astound the world. Like blue sapphire she gleams in the moonlight, stunning in all ways. Her existence casts all other ladies aside into darkness for she is the most beautiful of all. I lose all essence of thinking and of speech when I see her. My heart beats ever so strongly, like it would come out if I did not try to bring my state to a calm. Silent words of my feelings pour out from my heart to her, but never in sound.

the flowers of beauty

The lilies gleam in the quiet waters.

The roses bloom every night and day.

The sunflowers birng light to all around.

These are the flowers of Flerindre.

Their beauty is unrivalled everywhere.

They draw the envy of all the lands.

The desire to pluck a petal or two,

Work ever so strongly upon the hand.

And then the lady comes ambling by.

The flowers seem withered and wrinkly

These once beautiful things look inferior.

Indeed how ravishing is the lady.

The most blatant of crowds go silent,

Obediently waiting for her along the banks

Her beauty melts the hearts of men.

They kneel, even the highest of ranks.

the torment of hope

The lady! The lady! The lady of all the dreams I have summoned. How the multitudes sing of her beautiful name. Her presence enchants the world. Her voice brings the world to their feet. Her portraits hang on every door. Hidden behind the veil of secrets, she controls all wills by her thoughts. Alas she plauges my mind every night and morning. I am tormented with hope. Am I playing for the elements? The world forbids. I have to break free. May change come soon, in whatever form.

the elements of power

In this world, we all strive to make change for the better. However, there are forces which work against us to undo what we have done. These forces are the elements of power. They too make changes, however, the changes are for the worst. The elements hold within themselves a power beyond imagination. They wield it to bring desvastation to everyone. Lives are disrupted and suffering is caused. All are powerless against the elements. None can stand against them. There is that one way to conquer this threat, and that is to control it. To take hold of an element and to convince it to do your will. By turning it to your side, you in turn will wield its power and many things will then be within your sphere of influence. Nothing will stand in your way. You must never allow the elements to control your life. For by playing into the hands of the elements, you will lose your soul. The elements of power control our fates. Should we not then control them?

the lady of Flerindre

Amidst the glimming shadows I spy the lady.

A beauty beyond all that the world has seen.

Her joyful smile thaws an unfeeling heart.

Why now I see her? Where has she been?

Her sparkling eyes are like no other.

They brighten the world like sweet sapphire.

Just to gaze upon them for all eternity,

Is the highest honour any could acquire.

Her graceful movements denouce the dancers.

Her perfect execution conquers the dance floor.

No courtsman nor king could stand an equal.

They look pathetic around the lady much more.

The lady stands alone in her solitude.

Will she not grant me her lace or her glove?

May it be that my presence she asks for.

Long wanted and desired has been her love.

a moment of hope

The elements took me once again. Harm was brought to me. Yet amidst the pain and confusion, I was given aid of the utmost standards. I exaggerate. The lady Nylekoj came forth and granted me the cleansing of my scar. A simple deed that left me hoping for more. However, no more was granted. Not even a farewell. Yet I still keep the faith, that in time, things may change, just as I have.

a world of difference

We were born into this world to live a life. What life we live is up to us. The choices presented to us number many, for the world lies not on one hand but on many. But to live a life of standard is not what everyone achieves. The very world we live in openly decrees that all must change, for this is a world of difference. Those who change will be blessed by the world. They will prosper. They will rise high above all who live. They will live a life on earth that will be remembered. They will live a life of immortality in the minds of all even as their physical bodies die of age. As for those who rigidly stick to the old systems, they will waste away no matter how great they were in the past years. Just as a rose of tremendous beauty will wither in time. They will be forgotten. They will die along with history, unknown.