Who comes...

Thoughts on our world, and on Hope, or else its absence...

Who comes now in so dark an hour,

Who comes to retake what was lost?

Who comes now to storm down the Tower,

Who comes to make gold out of dross?

Who comes here to hearth and rekindles,

Who comes with a blade to defend?

Who in the storm plays his fiddle,

With song set with spell set to mend?

Who comes here to find hope in ashes?

Who now holds the Door out to men?

Whose crown in the moonlight now flashes,

Who now the throne room ascends?

Where now is our Promised Lord,

This King of Age and Renown?

From where comes his horse and his sword,

By what does he now claim his crown?

Who comes to heal now the weakened,

Who comes to cure now the sick?

Who is this tower, this beacon,

Who comes to relight the wick?

Who comes now in so dark an hour,

Who comes to retake what was lost?

Who comes now to storm down the Tower,

Who comes to make gold out of dross?

That's it!

If those nuts try to comment on this post with more of your be-slubbering Pornographic Nonsense, they are admitting they are cursed idiots...

So post at your own risk. :)

Because only honor-less losers post nonsense like this. See if they can defy so easily who I am and what I stand for! Fools!

Verdigris

Oh, Hello there!

You, standing with your Roman blade thrust into the blue sky,

And your horse rearing up in its hind legs.

And You, your eyes

Gazing at the cars in the street,

Or else I don't know exactly what,

As four hundred years of wind and rain and reverent hands reaching to touch the hem of your riding cape,

Wear your spirit away.

And as he Verdigris

Pales your eyes into filmy green

Blinding your vigilance,

Like vermilion rust on alert, once-proud, whitewashed,

Fences.

griffin-song

T'was days long gone,

When stars had shone,

Upon the House Érdh-Keyün,

Tis' days long past,

And so, much hast

Been lost of the tale of Kyn-Griffin:

Part I

When all the world in Steward's keeping,

T'was when the Giant, old and sleeping,

T'was when the Stars were not yet weeping,

When all the world in Steward's keeping,

Dawn-light ran down rivers deepening,

of Mount Sandoran, and through the evening,

Waded through the lands awakening,

Dawn-light ran down rivers deepening,

Men then heard wind-song and the glint of the stream-lings,

And the green of the grass and the stars set a gleaming!

Though, "Folly!", cry men of our day, in our deeming,

But the Old saw it not, or not at all seeming,

Like children were they in they in the land of the fay-lings,

When Seamen of old went gallantly sailing,

When kin came from far, with good tidings hailing,

Like children were they in the land of the fay-lings,

T'was then when the Sky Lords of old were appearing

Who flew like the wind, and with the wind, hearing

The sounds of the sky and the hope on their wings,

T'was then when the Sky Lords of old were appearing!

Part II

Like torch ablaze were the Griffin Kings,

Who flew to find Mount San-T'Noran,

With tales of sorrow and of hope on their wings,

The came with shereth, and brought Numan!

NOT FINISHED! MUST EXTEND IN THE NEXT EDIT!

hmm...

Is this world more sad or more happy?