A Collection of Verses
:by Alsaecia
Inspiration
<-Allie walks up to a wall in Moorgate somewhat shyly, following Clio's idea of posting one of her writings for the public. She carefully tears out a page from her book of poems that she had written while in Anyana's temple and places it on the wall.->
Time is constant, for it is constantly changing
Boundless and bound by three mortal concepts
Unpredictable events yield to the predictable continuum of Past, Present and Future
Possessing infinite patience, yet stopping for no one
Time carries the burden of all
Time heals all wounds, yet is no bandage
He who makes Time a tourniquet will bleed away in Its wake
There is One to give us our first breath and One to share our last;
Chaos makes life interesting, but Time gives it meaning
Beyond mortal definition reigns One free from all claims save that of Observer
A sword may take a life and human memory will fade,
But only by a simple Pen is the race of men saved.
-Twisted Swan Song Alsaecia, Leoni's Seer-
"The silver swan, which, living, had no note,
when Death approached, unlocked her silent throat.
Leaning her breast upon the reedy shore,
thus sung her first and last and sung no more."
Speculation, not observation
<-Allie peers about from the shadows, watching the daily workings of Moorgate unfold before her. Coming upon the shrine, she observes the adventurers who find respite there silently. After a moment, she opens her book and begins to write.->
When light departs from the land,
And the world mimics the dead
When ghostly wails of silent hearts,
Echo where mortals fear to tread
When breath escapes in Freedom's kiss,
And the body becomes like lead
When the Queen's embrace grants life anew,
And Fate's scroll is read
Hearts will burn with renewed fervor,
Kindled in Her stead
-Twisted Swan Song Alsaecia, Leoni's Seer-
"The silver swan, which, living, had no note,
when Death approached, unlocked her silent throat.
Leaning her breast upon the reedy shore,
thus sung her first and last and sung no more."
In light of recent events
<-Allie sits in Anyana's temple in reverent silence before lifting her pen and beginning-->
My Muse, when She is here with me,
Grants me inspiration.
The prophet's tongue is still in me;
No room for revelation.
But many gifts are given me;
The greatest: acclamation -
Its tale, it whispers softly to me,
Conveyed by each sensation
Emotions stirred, a question formed,
A poet's exclamation
The concept of reality,
Perception's own collection
To sever ties and shatter mirrors,
A simple alteration -
But willingness to let things be?
Ah, mortal hesitation!
-Twisted Swan Song Alsaecia, Leoni's Seer-
"The silver swan, which, living, had no note,
when Death approached, unlocked her silent throat.
Leaning her breast upon the reedy shore,
thus sung her first and last and sung no more."
I, II, III
I.
A shattered song; a peerless flight
The games we mortals play
A muted scream; a prophet's dream
To send you on your way
Imprisoned words; enveloped light
Strip the form away
Gentle sighs; mournful eyes
A final ransom paid
II.
Ideals collide in Time's divide
Thought and Record merge
Never must Beginning seek its End
Or the wayward paths converge
The sages say, a mortal's day
Is merely a thread unwound
Attached in a brilliant tapestry
And by earthly toil bound
So the Observer becomes the Weaver
Replacing a Book for a Thread
Recording and Building the weavings of Fate
And the roads mortal travelers tread
III.
A spark gives way to flame
So long as it’s maintained
But a forceful breath
Brings shameful death
And carries a lesson away
A tear will bring you Knowledge
Before it scarce can fall
But cast in shame
And allowed no name
Memory encounters a wall
A whisper on the wind
Carries a message to Faith’s ears
And Thought can be conceived
With those willing to strain to hear
-Twisted Swan Song Alsaecia, Leoni's Seer-
"The silver swan, which, living, had no note,
when Death approached, unlocked her silent throat.
Leaning her breast upon the reedy shore,
thus sung her first and last and sung no more."
Upon meeting Lady Death
The level gaze of Freedom
Finality's firm embrace
Unfathomable beauty
Marked with an effortless grace
The peerless depths of knowledge
By mortal minds effaced
A siren's song to lure you
Pursuit: a fruitless chase
To find the shackles stripped away
A poet can scarce but sigh -
Oh, how I long to live a day
(Even if I burn away!)
Kindled in those eyes!
-Twisted Swan Song Alsaecia, Leoni's Seer-
"The silver swan, which, living, had no note,
when Death approached, unlocked her silent throat.
Leaning her breast upon the reedy shore,
thus sung her first and last and sung no more."
A plea for clarity
<--Having decided to oblige Arlinn and search for someone to examine her mental health, Allie pens a quick poem-->
One may know me by a name
Others know by borrowed fame
What I know, I dare not breathe
For what I am, perhaps deceived
All my virtue, there exposed
All my ‘madness’
None can know
In the shadow of repose
A quiet Faith begins to grow
For ‘insanity’
Brings company
Imagination – fear
And all that trembles from within
At all I strain to hear
There in twilight; a beacon gleaming
Cloaked in every secret’s meaning
Precious wisdom, but branded shame
The words are yours; mine is the blame
For what are vows, if falsehood’s flames?
What are words, if intangible chains
That shackle the faithless to the mundane?
Comfort – Your name is Lunacy!
Give up your charade and manifest
To those who would seem to know you best!
For I cannot see you (I must be blind!)
Though you hang present to all thus inclined
Reveal yourself, Comfort, for though you may be
Confirm to all, insanity!
-Twisted Swan Song Alsaecia, Leoni's Seer-
"The silver swan, which, living, had no note,
when Death approached, unlocked her silent throat.
Leaning her breast upon the reedy shore,
thus sung her first and last and sung no more."
