His head was bowed as if a heavy crown laid upon it, "Aghfirli melinur, my Rithwarien, Aghfirli ulcu'nat, what have I done to you?" Rith bowed in return and rested his head upon his chest then gently nudged his chin up so that they were looking at each other. Elathen knew in his heart Rith held no grudge against him as he fondly touched his forehead to that of his beloved melinur. It was really a plea for him to forgive himself. He knew and Rith knew for they shared a window into each others soul, a window of aureate glass sealed with terrible fire. If you had seen them as they were in that moment, man and beast, it would have have been a s

The wind rushed by too quickly as the earth ascended, threatening to fling them into the deep. They held Rith and felt their insides nauseatingly fell back into place with the abrupt stop. The abyss spared no moment for respite. Just as sudden, thunder deafened them as gargantuan obelisks materialized from heaven or hell they could not tell. The obelisks were perceived because subsequent to their advent three lines of light descended like unearthly towers, beautiful and ominous, piercing the black veil. They were focal within the obelisks as if the stones were mediums, their intensities grew lesser as they expanded until all about was cast wi

They were jewels, heavenly gems that pulled the light in. They were falling jewels, that melted into the dark recesses of his sleeves. Each was a sharp shard rending his bone and soul with their soft torment. The parallels he felt were lesser, pain and doom could not compare to this helplessness, they were feeble to this (his) witness to these death-wrought tears. "Qela." She buried her face deeper into his chest and he pleaded to the gods then, that they would take his heart to replace hers, if only to stop this. The gods were stone! "Qela." Merciless beings! "Sacrificed...the words miraculous escaped her trammeling sobs... for me...Ela

That deep place, like the beginning, it came from there, echoes of a soulful song, lithe upon the wind, softly threading their hearts. Such was their kiss. Their last secret kiss, for the next brought mist and shadow. The angels were exorcised from the insterspace and the shimmer of the flora was quieted. Even as their hearts stilled they knew to run and run they did. A whistle pierced the silent meadow. White thunder and flaming gold surpassed them. Rith came to a stop ahead. He was mounted with both haste and magic, then his gallops regained a ghostly speed, barely winning Narande's fading reflections. The pursuit of the mists was unsettlin

They said the blood of the gods has spilled into the sky from the battle of Meradhirion Lords upon Haethera. Once the Elder Gods have been overthrown then the shadow of the Meradhir will come to the nether realm-mankind.  It is why the gates were shut and the heavenly river has dwindled. But if the Elder Gods could not be victorious against this evil how can man be? These were musings of the prince of Naranduil as he rode Rith (short for Rithwarien), his white stallion with golden eyes and a golden crown. Rith was from amongst the Himmelon- the empyrean horses. They were strong and swift and only ridden by royalty. Their legend in the land t

Nalitheledus was also known as "The kingdom of Evenfall". Should you come to it by day, when the sun is at its zenith, it would appeared as an unearthly gloaming in the distance, as if the sky was sundered and bled. And should you come to it by night, then you would think the sun had become stuck upon the earth's girdle and the darkness elsewhere would never depart, for this twilight will forever be our only light besides starlight. It was most unsettling to beheld and many who set eyes upon it did not enter, so strong was its vista of the world's end. Yet Evenfall was, as the brave that ventured forward would soon find, the most wondrous of

It has been there, all my life. Unseen, but I can feel it. A door, that opens to the others... ...to another world, worlds, heaven, hell... Certainly, Only I can open it. Key bearer, obedient to only my bones and blood. Like its door, The key is of the same constitution, arcane. I feel it there inside, the door-outside, With the other side beckoning, Exciting the body... ...but troubling the soul.

The beat has died, Dimming lights where shadows hide, Made me hollowed for the others inside. Tears from bloodless well, Emptying auras like an evil spell, Left my soul roaming in an ossuary's hell. Vision like broken wand, Draining the miracles from living hand, Blew my fire away like moon's boundless  sand. Echoes in phylactery bones, keeping them warm, stir their tunes, Until I heard, once more, their ethereal tones. Stir the music... ...your warm bones hold, Sing the red lyrics upon my soul, Sing my lovely Eidolon, thaw my cold!                              

It came, like the first breadth of dawn, cool and sweet, soothingly enshrouding him. He touched his chest where it began to delve, deeper, melding with the fear, something he had not felt in eons..."It cannot be!" He turned from the ice cap peaks of the distant Aregean range. Even the cold held no solitude from this, from the bewilderment, the turmoil within. Yet it was indubitable! "The Overlord!" The beckoning came- as he knew it would-called with fire, fueled by souls, the accursed fealty summons of the imperial crown. "Fools!'' He touched his chest. A wind chilled in an iced cavern for a thousand years could not quench it. "Do they not

Grey eyes or blue, My smile, their virtue, Gracious touch, memorable kiss, Deeply felt and sorely missed. They are my cares, Their fugacious years, My temporal fears, To watch headstones, Rise above bones, Passing into the unknown, With grey eyes or blue, Broken smile, inimitable virtue, Ghostly touch, indelible kiss, Leaving me fragmented, amiss, Heart worn, forlorn, soul torn, As they mourn... beside my tombstone...