LadyAlyss: That was a very good read. I enjoyed of it in many ways. Good use of words and your poems seem to follow a certain style, which is good for a writer/poet to obtain. Well done. /points from Oerath.

And Fahvier, I'm glad to see you're back once more, and if you just find more time, please do pass by and share more of your poems. I've enjoyed to read them, and even if it's random, it can be magnificent, and in this case: it definitely is!

Good lines and it kept me interested during the whole read. /another points from Oerath. ^^

And Leelee: The series isn't that old! 16-17 years.

It's full of good actors and very pretty actresses, if I dare say.

By the way, my next poem shall return me back to the darkest depths of my mind.

Usually I think about entitles too much, but one day, I was listening to my favorite music: metal, and this sentence struck at me like a bolt of thunder:

'Born To Forget The Meaning of Life'

It will be dark and mysterious, but I still doubt I can top my 'Dream is a path that you must walk'

I'm off now, so good night.

Brrrrrrrrrrrr, shiver, this one rather scared me. I hope I won't have a night mare.!

You really out did yourself there Oerath! My hands are still shaking... Great piece! 

As many as you give us

Well, Leelee, that is one way to look at it, but I've no struggles with writing something that someone else asked me to write. I often write some short poems to my friends, if they ask me to do so.

I guess you could call it 'mercenary writing'.

I don't accept requests that much, only on certain occasions, and even if the idea is not mine, I always deliver it with style.

So, thanks for the advice, Leelee. I always heed it, but in this case, let me say that the inspiration is not a problem.

I've even thought of offering my services as a lyricist to some bands.

Dont put too much on your plate Prince of Poems, you are tres busy right now with this job and you nead rest as well as excercise. We can wait in happy anticipation for as long as it takes.

I think dear Lady, that you created effectively the shock and numbness that comes from horror and trauma. I have felt that numbness that tries to shroud horror  and I know my little one has asked me several times following a trauma' Am I alive?" Thank you for taking time out of your busy life to share deep thought with your friends on this thread.

Ah that is so very very sad. So, since I came through the wood and saw you lying there, your dear face in repose, two glittering tears upon your cold waxen face, it must be that I will bury you. See I have called my friends and even the animals of the forest are come to wail and grieve over you dear one.Together we have built a carven bed and put down all the gold and silver we had with us upon your heart. Winter flowers and ever greens we found and made a beautiful snowy bouquet which we placed in your now still hands.Songs we sang, for we have heard of you, you were not unknown, unappreciated. And one descended from a skin changer wrote an ancient poem for you on parchment and we nailed it to the tombstone fashioned from a thick branch from a revered tree. And then after the pyre was lighted and you had turned to cleansed ash, we were silent a great while. Finally your ashes were reverently scattered throughout the forest and as we were parting from one another the faint cries of a crow were heard. Broken cries, defeated cries. And then all was silent.  

How fortunate you lived to tell us about it dear Oerath. Your tale brought tears to my eyes and I concur heartily that dark and brooding words are your calling as it were. You have a gift in weaving jewelled words upon dark fearful cloth and creating wonderful images. Thankyou.

But, as a little reply to my 'off-topic' message, there'll be some new poetry due to weekend. I've had some good ideas and my inspiration is very good at the moment + I've an urge to write. One possible song lyric in works at the moment and a story part to write. Lots of work to do, but I enjoy of it.

Looking forward to your new work Oerath. And...............listen to mummy , you may be ther Prince of Poems, but mummy knows best!

Lady that was very melancholy and touvhing, and it does seem doesn't it that problems on earth are so hard to bear. I would like you to read your poem again with the view that it could be greatly expanded. Who are these lovers, what happened, why was death any option, why would death make two persons who had become enemies lovers once more? So much mystery and intrigue.

Do think about this option Lady. I like it just as it is, but I see potential for something epic.

And here's the short poem.

The Child of Frost and Blood

She said that I would meet her again.. Someday

'But did she lie to me? I haven't even seen her in my dreams..'

I wonder why I still walk the snowy paths of this forest..

'She knew I would always return.. There's something strange about this world.'

And I wish that I could explain it all to you.. I want to see the arrival of midnight blue..

Something is calling out for me.. Someone wants me to be free.. For the dark and cold eternity..

I believe I once said to her that..

I am the child of frost and blood, and even all of the dragons will heed my call

When I cry out to the skies, they will know when it is the right time to fly

This coldness is enough to freeze any mortal heart, but somehow, I cannot feel it's touch at all

Is my soul made of sunlight and warmth, am I the one that will always watch for the night to fall

These winter days seem to be so long, but I don't feel sad about it at all

Let there be snowstorms and windy nights, I can survive without any source of light

Like every forest watches as the seasons come and go, I will be staying here to show

That I am as proud and wise as any god, I am the child of frost and blood

Written by: Otto 'Oerath Windsoul' Timonen

I was trying to work on this one for a while but continually had a loss for words. I thought I would share it none the less. An unfinished poem is better than none... I hope. 

The frozen breeze sifting over a land of white,

The first bite of frost clinging to the earthen ground.

All life has the will to fight,

Against the bitter cold surround. 

The first crystal to meet the earth,

Now let a world of white rebirth.

Freeze the water to glassy stone,

Shrouded by the smoke of hearth. 

Such beauty trade for so much death,

The world has turned in now to rest...

Fahvier,

That is it for the present. Maybe sometime I will finish.

I'll start out by saying that weekends are wonderful. And good evening.

And Fahvier, for an unfinished matter of work, it was a good one. And in fact, even short poems have their dignity. Well done.

Ey, Leelee, thanks for the words. It cheered me up so much that I could deliver some wordy words this weekend, but not today. I am feeling very tired.

And just like last weekend. One piece of story, one piece of poetry, but this time I will write a longer one.

If it helps to imagine the work, it will be one of those cheesier pieces; here's the entitle.

'Shrine of A Sleeping God'

Good night.

This one will be something different. A mix of two dear subjects.

Shrine of A Sleeping God

Lost in the endless deserts, there's none to be seen

Is this the end, or will she find a way out of this painful dream

Staggering down the dunes, there's no light left in her eyes

Will this day become her last, did she come all this way.. just to die..

I may have no choice.. I've to save this mortal's life

I desire to grant her some joy.. There's something that she has to find..

And so I descended down from the heights of the sky

To greet this mortal woman, so beautiful and divine

And as I touched her forehead with my hand

She opened her eyes once more, to see more than just dying trees and sand

And I told her that she needs to go on..

'You are on a quest to find the shrine of a sleeping god.'

And I told her that..

You're not alone on this journey, I shall walk beside you, so I can fulfill my only dream

There's so much we could do, if given the time, we could travel through the space and the time

But now we've to find the right way, and don't be afraid, the night cannot replace the day

And if you watch closely at the sun, deep inside your heart, you know that the journey has just began

And as we arrived to the temple of golden runes, I said to her:

'Behold, the resting place of Unriel, The Sleeping God of Stars.'

She looked deep into my eyes, and spoke in a tone of fear and wonder

'I am glad you led me to this place? But why have you come this far?'

And before I casted the spell of elder blood, I said to her

'Do not fear, mortal one. Soon, we shall retrieve the eye of a sleeping god.'

Enter the ruins of the forgotten..

Marks and runes.. Long hallways.. Strange statues.. Is it night or day..

This darkness feels alive.. Is he able to see.. With eyes not visible.. Eyes that burn..

We must go on.. His chamber is without guards.. But he knows of us.. We cannot trust..

He's not a friend.. A dark fiend.. He may be a god of stars, but his heart.. It is tainted by dread..

Beware..

And as we got there, he was standing at the end of the room, very much alive and awake

'You're far away from your home, mortal, and you.. You shouldn't be here. Why are you helping her?'

'I believe in her. And I saved her soul, so she could fulfill her destiny.'

And when Unriel tried to cast his wicked spells, I blocked all of them

I gave her my own weapon, and as she trusted a sword through his eye

Unriel didn't bleed, but he staggered back, and I casted my final spell:

'By the powers of spirits and specters; I banish you from the world of men!'

The whole chamber was destroyed, and the roof came down upon us..

But I knew that it would not be the end.. For she took the eye, before all hope was lost..

And I called upon the strength of beyond.. And as I arose, I revived her soul..

And so, she too, arose once more..

'Your quest is now complete, mortal one. You may go wherever you want.'

'I want to come with you, even if I do not know who you really are, this eye is meaningless, but my heart..'

'If that is what you truly desire, then we'll leave this realm behind.'

'And because it was never about vengeance, we may enter to the realm of hope and timeless light.'

'And when I decided to save her, I didn't know that we could be together.'

Written by: Otto 'Oerath Windsoul' Timonen

A quick series of events, but in the end, it was all about helping a mortal woman.

Fahv fogive me, my computer was acting up and kept moving up and down and I thought it was Oerath that wrote that piece. Stellar. I will always remember some of the lines, for they hang in the black night air like diamonds suspended in space. Fahv, have you tried writing a word here that strikes your imagination or a few words there or a sentence down on slips of paper to be looked at later and used for something wondrous? Agatha Christie did that and look at the end result I have taken to doing that and I am surprised how well that works.

Oerath do you read epic novels or poems such as Beowulf. I know you listen to Middle-Earth sort of music, but what is the source of your inspirations, I would be very interested to know. For you have the perfect feeling and words and sense of desolation, isolation and yet determined choices that go into your work. How does this come about?

Hi my dear ME poets

Here's a poem from me after a long time.

It calls to me

In voices, in vacant memories,

Dreams I had in a forgotten childhood

About a home, on Tol Eressea.

There I would sit forever by its golden beach

And count the Mallorns that rode its heights

I have known all the Ages, their turmoil and their kings

And I have seen Elves, how they fought and died.

I recall the Valar, the anger of Ulmo,

The crescendo of fire and arrows

As a world ended before it had even begun.

But my journey continued as I felt I should see more of the world.

I travelled to Middle Earth, on a ship with a thousand oars

I saw fear I had never known of this kind before

I saw death and felt it in my bones

I felt the glimmer of evil in every dark story and moon.

Oh the peace when I returned,

To my little home on the glimmering shores

Away from battlefields and shrieking birds

Beneath a mallorn tree I opened a book

With a steaming cup of milk and my feet in the grass

I sang to myself about flowers and friends and being warm in my home.  

Yeah, I did read Odette's tale, and it's quite good, but I'm a bit sad about her absence.

I wonder when she will come back for the next time.

Well, hopes up high, as the saying goes.

I will probably delay my next story piece. I am a bit ill, and I simply cannot focus my thoughts on the particular story, though I've some material already.

So, instead of that, I'll write something short and mysterious.

A Secret For Those of Elder Blood

Silent whispers within the wind.. Voices that shouldn't be real..

Only sounds are those of earth and trees.. Is this the prize of my darkening dreams..

Who is that woman.. She has no face.. She's clad in blackest of all shadows..

She shouldn't be here.. Not in this place.. Maybe she is a ghost..

One to judge my deeds.. One to end my pain and my grief..

I've seen this all once before.. In a vision that I cannot even recall..

I wish.. I wish to know more about her.. But first.. Where I really am?

I can feel the touch of life, but I am not here.. Like a wanderer.. Lost.. Lost in the darkness..

What it means if I can see the sky.. But no.. No stars.. Never.. This feeling, so pure and timeless..

I cannot hear their voices anymore.. I once belonged.. To the council of elder guardians..

But my visions.. They were too much.. They casted me out.. No words.. No mistakes..

But I cannot return.. I cannot even tell what is real and what is not..

I am not worthy of a secret that can only be told to those of elder blood..

I feel no sorrow, and I've no desires to let go of this life.. But it is all.. So distant and hollow..

And if this is what my mind has to bear for all ages to come.. I may've to accept my downfall..

None deserves a meaningless life without hope of better days that will never come..

So it may be true.. It may be a waste to even think of a secret for those of elder blood..

Written by: Otto 'Oerath Windsoul' Timonen

The message should be very clear in this one. Losing all sanity can be the end of everything.

Good day, fellows. Hehe, I recorded that little tale. Unfortunately I've no microphone in use at the moment, but I worked out some kind of backup vocals and main vocals. Low and easy, basic stuff, and for a one-shot-thing, it sounds pretty good.

Background stuff may not go all the way with the other vocals, but I included some whispers in this one.

Support me and check it out!

Youtube/Oerath01.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NBJEwj5GRvc&feature=youtu.be (precise link)

At leelee's request I revisited my poem together and have  added to it, i hope leelee that it answers the questions you asked.

Together

I was a black, you a white,

Supposedly never to mix.

But I loved you and you loved me,

It was as if we were meant to be.

Our love was eternal,

We had all we needed,

No-one could hurt us,

We together, against the world.

But fate soon took its toll,

We were torn apart,

Once lovers now enemies

Cursed forever by our fate.

War came, we were torn,

On the wrong sides.

Forced to hate each other

By our own kind.

Lives were torn,

Our dreams shattered,

All was dark, all was grim,

No-one saw the light.

We could think of nought but death,

It seemed the only option left.

No-one could help us,

No-one but death.

What was the point of life?

All was taken from me

What is left but death?

It makes the pain end.

With death no-one can stop us,

Together we can be, happily

Arm in arm walking along,

No-one to keep us apart.

All it takes is one knife,

One stab then peace.

Soon enough we’ll be together

Heaven or Hell, I’ll see you there.

Together forever we will be

And so death is sweet,

I wave goodbye for one last time

And then I leave.

Now as spirits do we roam,

Hand in hand, together again.

Us against the world.

Till the end we will remain…

Not bad at all, LadyAlyss. This post shall be a little update on my doings, since I've been off for over a week.

At first, my apologies to those, who have been waiting on a new chapter of 'The Secret of Three Graves'.

It's under progress, but due to past days 3-5 days, I haven't had access to most internet pages. A bit of crashes and so forth.

And as for some poetry, well, I've had interesting song ideas for my own project. Interesting lyrical names such as: 'The Hands of Darkness', 'Book of the Devourer' and 'And When The Night Falls'.

But, as for my new poem, in terms of concept, it will be about winter. One last piece of work for the glory of winter.

This entitle may sound a bit too common, but it fits more than well, believe me. I've seen a vision of the whole story, and it will be a combination of love, sorrow, death and darkness.

Three different poems to act as one: The Queen of White Sorrow and Frozen Tears.

I've no actual date yet, but I think that I'll post it as a whole in 5-7 days.

So, that's some update, and more is to follow.

We shall see about that, Leelee. I haven't even been much on computer during the past days. But, a weekend approaches and so does my winter holidays. Over a week of free time to focus on writing, and I will get the thread started again.

Some vocal recordings and that poem. Primary goals.

And well, I've been writing some bits to my next chapter of TSOTG, but I've had quite long working days, over 12 hours yesterday, so I've slept a lot during daytime.

I may have told you that I value an easy way of life, and this work as a trainee, well, it's a good job, but I don't know would I be able to go on with these days for longer than a year or so. ^^

Well, that's it. A longer chapter of story before sunday night, some bits to 'A Journey That Never Ended'.

Leelee, as you have directed me to this thread, I will post a couple of my poems. They are short, and not Tolkien related. But as I also like mystic, fantasy and medieval genres. It sort of fits.  The third one is actually a riddle. The title is the answer. Enjoy!

Away                                     

A coat of armor,

 A fiery steed,    

A shield, a sword,

This is all I need.

I make my way through fern and thorn,

Away from the land where I was born.

Away to battle and away to war,

Away to the land that I adore.

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                                                           I walk the forbidden shore by night

Entranced by all I see,

I have not time to take fright,

For soon all is unknown to me.

Dark and villainous, crafty folk stir by the waters edge.

My senseless body they bind up and throw off a craggy ledge

All this is to say my friend

I would not walk that shore alone

                                   Unless, you wish to lend your life unto those wraiths unknown

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                                                                                The Sword

Beautiful but lethal,

Hero in the land.

The tool of destruction,

But the true man’s right hand.

A jewel among stones,

A gem among bones.

Created by man for wicked ways,

Loved by man for all the days.

To wield it thou must have the skill,

But also a clear conscience and a good will.

The deadly gleam,

May, beautiful seem,

But darkness will not dim it.

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The wind,

The sea,

The storm,

The plea,

The plea that rides over the waves to me,

I on a desert island be,

With an ocean to separate you from me.

I live on dreams and hope alone,

And stare at the void where the full moon shone,

Whenever it comes round again,

I hear love wail across the lonely fen.

Well, it seems to me that I popped into this thread at the perfect time, talking about me, eh? as for the the Journey, I would rather it not passed on to me...you see, it is his, not mine, and if he can keep it going, it is just as well. Oerath, thank you for the compliment.  I have a question, have you done sonnets? I have taken an interest in them and hope to give one a try...any advice?

Thanks,

Wen

PS. I am a guy. The name may sound feminine...but don't take it wrong.

That is fine then Oerath, you alone as I already said must direct the journey. My only concern is that those that signed up I think thought you would be regularly contributing to keep the story flowing. Now adays their are literally thousands of pursuits clamoring for our attention and perhaps you have lost most of your company, it is so easy to forgot to pop back on a site when we have twenty others to go on or role playing games or our DS or our Wii !  So crazy now a days.

That was a fine poem Oerath, for it gives such a feeling of might and strength, so much like the Hercules series of long ago. That is stirring and makes the reader want more. Well done.

Wen, I would be interested in seeing just what you have been reading the last two years, not modern works but older ones. The free exuberant way you write, your youthful approach with such color and pageantry almost puts me in mind of  the golden age of The King Arthur writings. Very emotional and quick paced. You are amazing for your age. I would encourage you to read as many books that appeal to you emotionally and whose subject matter touch your heart as you can and practise in the same manner to hone your craft. And never rest on your laurels but continually reach for the next plateau until you have found your exact signature. I am very excited for you.

Oerath, I would love to see you flesh out your characters, each is so very unique and powerful in his own way. We learn what you do, but we need to learn more why, and who, who is this wondrous person, what brought him to this; and also what world is he in , what is the background of this world, how came it to be so. Sort of make a world we could all walk in with you. Then you make the whole thing a sweeping and complete movie so to speak. There is so much I long to know about your people and where and when and why . I would even like to know their names, who are their brothers and sisters, mother and father and why are they not there. Who are their enemies and how did it come to that, just a general war or dark versus light, or did someone do something , some one person and how are the rest coping. I would so love to learn about all this. But of course only if you agree any of this background is useful or even necessary. It is just my longing.