This is obviously going to be a vast and intricate body of work, I enjoyed every word.

But we have a problem here Oerath, now what shall we do.

For this is a piece of prose and not poetry as such. This thread is poetry only.

So I am wondering if we should set up a thread for our particular kind of prose as well, epic prose of sorts as i realize there are other threads for prose. This way we could have the best of both worlds-poetry and prose to release our creative energies into . What do you think? Because, I feel sure Undale would want only poetry poetry on this thread. I need your input, all of your input. What say you?

Oh, and I CAN'T wait until the next installment.

The first part of my story has been transferred to another thread with the same name.

If you're interested, read it, and remember to leave a comment! =)

- Oerath.

Not cheesy at all!!!

I think this is my favorite poem, to date.

I have never been able to wrap my head around poetry, so tend not to read much.  This thread has been changing my attitude as I am amazed at the talented poets who have contributed.

Thank-you for sharing your gift with us!

wow oerath! your writing skills are amazing even if they are used in a short period of time whilst being drunk!!!

Oh by the way, I just began to wonder about your choose of name, for you see, I've developed two characters for some short works/stories by myself, and they're called: Alyssarian the Bard and Alyssa Silvershade, a very nice coincidence.

Use of the word 'nameless' is quite interesting. To me, it means that the wood is either a dark forest full of darkness and evil, or a forest that has stayed untouched for nearly decades, which in both cases, gives it a more magnificent and darker image.

well Oerath, I believe that it is a good thing that your writing is different to others for it was the same as the other writers then it would be rather boring. As for my name, i have took it from the looking glass wars so it isn't original

  A bit long winded but...   

The Great Golden Serpent

A tiny spark ascended through, to the middle here below.
No sands of time dictate where this spark is sure to go.
The certainty of everything exists upon one plane,
that no two objects great or small, will ever do the same.

As that spark grew in expectation unknown to those who knew,
the womb was converted to accept the tree as it grew.

The petals dropped, the fruit appeared,
light made it ripe and firm.
Mars and Venus smiled that beautiful day
for what they could see
in a physical way
is that this fruit was devoid of worms.

The inner core of this small spark was solid and robust,
strength and vigor did abound as well as honesty and trust.
The light of truth rested heavily in this ones seeing eyes.
Black night of test would certainly have to don a great disguise.

Novelty passed, the winds of growth began to whip and blow.
The other objects on this plane traveled to and fro.
Mother hen draped her wing to ward off what she sees,
as threats to her fruit
and to her,
but unfortunately
For this small lad of ruddy lips and eyes as live as the sea,
Mother hen had not the truth, wisdom or love
to let the boy be what he would be.

Straight and tall did the boy stand, blowing in the wind.
Smell of battle upon the turf gave him a smile grim.

Day turns to night, warm turns to cold,
Tides eddy, swirl and go.
Mars and Venus beheld their sprout
from seed to tree
and leafing out,
but also turning from familiar shoot
to someone they didn't know.

The change had come, the setting sun
was going behind the clouds.
A night was come, and those who knew
were uneasy as this night turned cold,
for two would be nestled at home in their beds
while snow fell deep,
the fire danced on the walls,
and the one was outside looking in.

The Great Golden Serpent
usually comes when you are alone.
He appears through the night in a seamless gap.
You will lock eyes and know that now is the time of that test.

"You see my boy, the time has come,
and now you listen to me.
I've been watching very close and I have a deal for you.
All your life you have been saving up,
skills that you can use."

The man knows what is expected of him.
The course looks so simple and true.
But the discerning man with eyes alight
weighs all words to see different views.

"I know what you like, I know what you've done,
I know who you are to the core.
It's me can't you see,
just turn around in your sleep,
this terrible sight
that sings through the night
is purely your face in the mirror."

"I offer you something to complete your wants.
the drive behind men from the start.
All you must do is claim it, its yours,
but I must warn
that of you, I am part."

The stones had been cast.
The move had been made.
Decision lay for him to see.
The serpent remained still,
watching his eyes through his lids
waiting for the young mans plea.

The young man thought about his life and lessons.
What comes from being true.
The friends that you make,
the lives that you take,
and the feelings that will ensue.

"I won't take the deal", said the man to the snake.
"And I'm not afraid, to face you and say no".
The horror had changed from dirty to clean,
The familiar face softened and was kindly, not mean
and a new voice was heard from below.

"You have passed the test that is usually taken in death,
the time was ripe and true.
You are free to move on to the next phase in life,
You have chosen well.
You know the truth,
And most importantly, you know what's behind."

"I free your spirit to become whole,
to fulfill your wants and needs.
Your essence is safe, live out your life
find a mother and sow your seeds."

"You've already died a death tonight,
more important than the one you knew
Now another death will free you from this worlds cocoon
but now that you know,
it must not be
until your seeds' seeds will bloom."

"You are now the father, the old as well as new,
The death is a beginning, and life is a death
The Great Golden Serpent and God are meshed
And both of them are you." 

Oerath, this is a brilliant poem... you have a true skill. it seems that you truly enjoy it

I'm glad that many people, (including you) enjoy writing

The Last of My Dreams

I picked up one forest flower, but it just withered in my cold hands

time is like an impenetrable fortress, it cannot be destroyed by the wind nor by a storm of sand

I feel that the last chapter of my life is closing, but I don't want to leave this world behind, I don't want my existence to fade away

I'd even cast my own soul into the well of infinity, just to live for one more day..

There is so much left to be done, I want to find the truth about the moon and the sun

I want to feel the warm touch of the evening rain, I want to feel the soft breeze of wind on my face

If I could just lay down on green and wet grass, look at the stars and the moon as time would just silently pass

It's all that I want, it's all that I'll ever be, and this may well be the last of my dreams..

But there's hope as long as I live.. And even though the whole sky is weeping for me..

I don't want to cry.. I'll save the tears that my bold and wise heart so strongly denies..

If any of the gods truly exist, then they should help me to find my way back through this endless mist..

If I could just find a source of light, then I could at least see all of the shadows of this cold and moonless night..

But sadly I know that I won't live to see another day.. Those crows at least know my message and my name..

They'll fly onward from land to land.. Seeking for someone who could redeem my soul.. Seeking for someone who could offer me hope and stretch his hand..

And save me from the prison of my own fears.. If he could just give me wings, then I would fly away..

There's one rainbow I'd like to see.. Before I finally awake in torment, and fall on my knees..

Even if none of this was real, it has helped me to accept my fate.. I know now that it's too late..

I will throw myself into the embrace of the darkest of all streams.. May I find peace and purity from it's waters so blue and clean..

The end is just a beginning of one's journey.. But you can't take a step on that path, if you don't truly believe..

If you can find peace even from the darkest moments of your life.. Then you're truly prepared to die..

And remember.. No matter how much you experience or see..

A day shall arrive, when you'll dream the last of your dreams..

Written by: Otto 'Oerath' Timonen

It's sad to hear that, and may my sympathies and best wishes be included in your prayers.

'A true servant of holy light won't ever lose a battle against the unyielding powers of darkness.'

May this sentence help your family member, and may it also give her more strength to fight on.

Well, I currently have a job, which has slowed me down in every possible way, but I enjoy of it, and it's truly worth doing.

But, this is one of those offers I cannot simply refuse. I will gladly accept your kind and most generous offer, and promise to take care of this wonderful realm as long as you'll be gone..

I hope you'll come back soon enough, 'cause you will be highly missed!

Many thanks, LadyAlyss. It felt damn good to write that poem, 'cause as Leelee said, it is very truthful one indeed. I didn't plan to write it like that, but it's good I did.

It is a good one, and at last I am truly proud of some of my writings. Many have been pretty good and decent, but this belongs to same class as: 'Where's the rainbow of my dreams'.

Dear Oerath, I am come back early, I have her with me now. She has stopped coughing up blood and is resting. In our country as soon as you are not critically ill , or at least can take liquids, including liquid food, you cannot stay in hospital because there is simply no room and people live and die while on the waiting lists. I had a terrible night but the sun is quietly performing her majestic dance in the heavens and all seems so much better. You did a fine job , really I am quite proud of your kindness and welcoming attitude to others.

Thank you for your solstace greeting, and Oerath, Prince of Poems, I will be watching over you in my prayers. My sister also had the same problem you mentioned earlier. She worked, for some years way above the timber line in western Canada and although she really was not very interested in alchohol, because of the phenomanen(spelling) of the sun being so brilliant most of the day and night she found she did not sleep, drank excessive amounts of alchohol and generally broke right down. Just do your best and remember, we need you here. Always see in your brilliant mind's eye your family here watching over you for your physical and mental safety. And, thank you again.

Leelee:My sympathies,I hope you will keep us updated as to how things are going.My prayers are with you and your family

Lugdush,this comes so late and I'm really sorry but your poem is a stunner.I was mesmerised as the story within it unfurled.Wow.

Oerath:Greetings and so well crafted as always.

Lady Alyss:WelcomeI've left a review of your poem in Journals.Join us here if you wish

I'm so glad this thread is going well with inputs from new and old members.

See you around

Leels don't speak like that..you make me feel so heartbroken and sad.

It's just that I've moved to a new apartment and what with studies and the hassles of moving I don't have the energy to write anymore.And to write something about Tolkien's world does need special attention.So Leels dearest please don't be sad..I will post as soon as I'm able to.

Thanks for your words.Take care of yourself

Ah darling Odette, forgive me, I in no way meant to sadden that beautiful heart of yours. It is exhausting moving to a new flat you just rest.

Lady Alyss I want you to feel part of our family and come see us as much as you want.

Oerath, since we all seem to be rather burnt out at this point I think I will take the liberty of saying just everyone rest and if you only feel like coming on once a week or every other week until rested that is just fine. In fact there is nothing wrong with only coming on weekly just to say how you feel about poems and perhaps mention a favorite or beloved poet and tell why in a sentence or two. hugs to you all.

And Leelee, I hope we could talk sometimes. Have a real conversation. That would be more than interesting.

By the way, I think that my current job is mostly responsible for my in-activity on this site, but that's going to change soon enough.

I hope that my writing is at least readable. It felt good to write it, but it isn't so good as some of my older ones.

When people ask from me that what are my highlights, then I instantly answer that: 'The Last Tale and Where's the rainbow of my dreams'.

Masterpieces were meant to live forever through our memories.

And PS. I think that we need to encourage them a lot. Writing has become an essential part of this site, and I am more than honored to have been a part of that progress. (And I won't ever leave this site behind again)

But still, many people do not feel so comfortable and serious about writing as I do, and I even post nearly all of my work here, 'cause I know that people appreciate it and won't ever try to use my works for any other purposes.

Such is trust and friendship. And this site is the fountain of those two.

So, we can only wait, my dear friend.. I hope to get this thread active again. I started at The Khazad-dumish Inn, and will be participating weekly from now on.

I loved so many pictures in this poem dear O'erath.The leaves dancing, so lovely. Stand by you in the never ending night eh? And here I thought I was finished with grave yard shift !

I am glad to know the story behind your avy, I like that picture very much. And I should very much like to 'talk' to you. I am wondering if I would be boring and you would slip into a coma as I shared though. I absolutely avoid talking on the phone, my friends laugh about that so I have to meet them for lunches.

How very interesting Odette, keep reading those you admire dear, it will fill you up with amazing things and you will have fuel for your own works of genius, and I do not use those words lightly.

My next work is under making, and it will be in the vein of my older stories, pure fantasy and epic tales.

I do still write about fantasy in many ways, but I noticed that many of my works miss the magical touch of my wanderer soul.

So, the next work will bear a very interesting entitle.

'The Forgotten Kingdom of Heaven's Light'

'Do you remember those days, when the skies used to be stormy and grey.

The Great Stormfire gave birth to dragons and creatures of old

And they were all raised and taught by the spirit gods, so it has been told..'

White wind swallows up the clearest of dawns

And Faramir stands alone on the precipice of his city

Beneath him are the sounds of fear,the curtailed weeping of an imminent loss

He knows it is nothing but the close flapping of Death’s wings descending over him lower and lower

Above him stands the White Tree of Gondor in the Court of the Fountain

Shining arms and shields flashing,flags unfurled in the might of the deadly wind

Earlier he had stood before his father

He had been mocked for his honesty

Told on his face,he was wrong not to have brought the One Ring to Minas Tirith’s safety

Boromir would have done better,he wouldn’t have succumbed to his own character

But would have thought only of the resurrection of his pride,the rekindling of Gondor’s famed history and line

But Faramir hadn’t

Now he wondered if he was weaker than his brother and father

Why wasn’t he ever not in love with power?

A strange fluttering broke out within his silvered chest

Incompetent,fearful of consequences,a coward for his father

A brief,humiliating shadow within his brother’s glory

He felt so incredibly defeated

He bowed his head and stood at a defining momentum

He made his biggest mistake

Returned to his palace,broken by a Southron arrow and the Black Breath

The Nazgul had seemingly finished the weakest link in Isildur and Anarion’s city

But they hadn’t

It was Denethor’s last straw

He set alight his half-alive son on a final pyre

Maddened with grief,betrayal and his own ingratitude

He grew senseless with rage and fear

But he was thwarted in his macabre effort by Gandalf and Peregrin Took

Who couldn’t prevent Denethor from burning to his own doom

But they had saved Faramir

And with time and the care of Aragorn and the eventual love he found in the Rohirrim-princess Eowyn

He soon became what he had lost

After the battle and all the celebrations and the honours

Faramir had thought,silent and to himself

Good did come of what he had done long back

Letting Frodo go and not succumbed to his own greed

However disguised,however sweet it seemed

He had defeated the blackest of forces one could slay

The ones that torment from the inside

Ghastlier than any which ride on storm or sea

He had slain his own evil

And had peace within

And now forever,as long as he lived. 

i agree odette. it would be a thrill to meet Prof. Tolkien and we could learn so much from this amazing man

Good to see you once again, LadyAlyss. How have you been during the past weeks?

As for Odette; You've my token of gratitude and respect on writing. Keep it up, girl! ^^

I am going to post my next work today. I've thought a lot about it and now I've a perfect picture.

It's a little complicated one.

'A woman who is both druid and true-sworn servant of the spirit gods meets a man, who is too lost to see that his own mistakes and errors have brought him to the edge of his past and future. Madness drives him forward to abandon the gift of life. And she sees something potential and strange in this man, and thus she wants to help him. She wants him to open his eyes, and see all of the truths about this world, but will he be able to return back from the realm of darkness and despair?'

The Forgotten Kingdom of Heaven's Light

The Ghostly Entity

I am so lost, there's no roads to follow

I am too weak, nearly a ghost, the core of my soul is empty and hollow

My eyes are frozen from inside, I cannot no longer feel neither sorrow or pain

Is it my time to leave this world behind? Is it my time to open the final door of dooms, and become one with the rain..

The Druid of Stormfire

I was flying high above in the form of a crow, when I saw him sitting down below

So I soared down from the darkened evening skies, to save him from the cold fate of demise

And so I asked from him: 'Why are your eyes so dim? What is the darkness that is silently burning you from within?'

The Ghostly Entity

'I do not know can this be true. There she stood in front of me, a being more beautiful than any angel, a woman in the robes of midnight blue. And as I looked at her, her beauty made me to wonder, it nearly broke my chains of misery asunder.'

And so I asked from her: 'Who are you, and why are you here? Can't you see that this is my dying day, there's even none to save. I died so long time ago, but my death was replaced with yet another spark of false hope. Do you wish to see that spark, could it lead me back to the shades of my past?'

The Druid of Stormfire

'Listen to me, oh broken one, your only hope is to stand and fight on. Best the shadows of your tormenting past, throw them out of this reality, our of this time. Lead them to the edge of your never-ending dream, and vanquish them with the powers of holy light. Your life must go on, I'll help you to survive through this dawn. Just close your eyes, and take my hand.'

And so he looked at the woman once more, and stretched his hand towards hers, and at that moment he felt the magic of beauty and love. Those two feelings filled his mind with ease and hope.

And so he arose and watched as the woman transformed into a dryad, and began to sing with a voice more divine than anything in this world.

And so he bowed down before her and listened..

The Lament of Forgotten

By the blood of the goddess of stars

By the tears of the goddess of moon

Oh why his eyes are shut..

Why he is so blind to the truth..

If I won't be able to show him the right way

He may not live long enough to see the light of a new day

I've to take him beyond the borders of this world, beyond the limits of this sky

He'll see a place of magic and purity.. A place where even dragons are alive

I'll take him far beyond the reach of day and night

I'll take him to the forgotten kingdom of heaven's light

It is a place of true power, home to the ancient spirit gods

Fly freely my friend, and explore the heights of this sky, see all of the colors of the promised dawn

'And so she opened a crimson portal, and they entered through it together, and found themselves floating in space. And then she said to him: 'You're now a spirit, mortal one. Open that astral door and see what lies behind it. It may be your past, it may also be your future, or it may be something that you aren't prepared for. Open the door of redemption and see the truth!'

The Spirit of A Man

'And so he took a few steps closer to the light, he knew what he was leaving behind. Nothing but torment and ghostly thoughts, he wanted to have a better life without any worries and doubts.'

And as he got closer to the door, his heart began to pound for excitement and love

He had already fallen in love with this druid, he wanted to follow her even to the depths of the great void

And as he opened the door, he saw a bright new dawn, and thousands of dragons flying high up in the blue and cloudless sky..

'Is this truly the forgotten kingdom of heaven's light?'

So many castles and gates to see, so many great rune stones and fulfilled dreams

Is this the paradise? Is this the land of evergreen and life?

I hope this is not part of a long dream, I want to break these chains, I want to be free

None can stand in my way anymore, I am now the guardian of my own soul

The Spirit of A Man

I cannot ever thank you enough for bringing me to this place

And I now know that it's not my time to pass away

I'll silently wait for the hands of judgment, may they come and end my days

But it's time is not yet at hand, a time has come to break these mortal bounds and fly away!

'And so he took her hand once more, and they teleported back to the ruins of his home. And though he didn't know where to go, one thing was certain than anything else. He had met the love of his life, a treasure that he would protect until the very end.'

The Druid of Stormfire

I am glad that you decided to live on, mortal one, and from now on, I'll aid you in your quests

May the spirit gods protect us and give us strength to carry on with our lives.

Now we must depart from this place of memories. Shed all of your tears, and listen to me!

'Her voice grew like a rising storm, as she uttered the following words.'

Do we all remember those days, when the skies used to be stormy and grey

The Great Stormfire gave birth to dragons and creatures of old

And they all were raised and taught by the spirit gods, so it has been told.

We all know that The Forgotten Kingdom of Heaven's Light truly exists

It's not just a part of our own dreams, it's as real as any of the star streams

And one day everything will be finally revealed to us

So we all may seek for this magical kingdom out of curiosity and trust

Even a man with no will to live.. Can become the guardian of thoughts and dreams..

And so the two walked away, hands crossed, waiting for the night to turn into a beginning of a splendid new day..

Written by: Otto 'Oerath' Timonen

I think you misspelled a little, LadyAlyss. ^^

Anyway, why it has been so silent for so long. I want to see some poetry by those who I've learned to respect.

Stun me with the splendor of your words. Fill these empty and stony halls with magic and purity.

Though I've to admit that since I've been working quite hard this summer, I haven't been able to create anything so mind blowing, but, I've a very good idea, which has it's roots way back in the past. It was year 2005, I was trying to come up with some of my first characters, and in the midst of evening, I was staring at my dragon-shaped candle. It burned with desire and at that moment I felt that I wanted to create someone who could harness the powers of fire, the powers of the dragons, and use them to vanquish his enemies, and thus, I came up with Caen of Dragonblood (also known as Dragonlord Caen Thalion)

And while my 'the gathering of lost spirits' is on-going, I'll put all of my past projects aside and focus on these two. I have too many ideas for my mind to handle, so I want to keep it simple, until I'll get to finish these two projects.

'The Birth of Ash and Fire (Story of Caen)'

I'm going to deliver this piece of old fantasy with style, but this won't be related to any of my previous worlds or creations. This will be a work that shall stand on it's own.

Approx. length: 25-30 pages (a short novell).

I'll probably try to publish it, if lucky enough.

Thanks so much Lady Alyss and Oerath,but I guess it was written a bit too hastily.

Oerath,you write so well.Just always feel motivated and keep writing.

And Leels.that was heartbreaking..I could feel so much pain and anguish,so brilliantly done.