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?