Meadows of Maseilya
In a time, long ago, when the oceans drank the earth and its soil spread throughout of thicket and sea There grew in wild fire and rage the youthful skies of Asteresque Within these skies of immense darkness and fear There thrived castles of glorious stars existing forever in the deepest of realities hands These infinite caldrons were filled with the tributary veins of ones perceptions and dreams flowing abundantly With flame and fury to the resting place of Chosen Wills For in this realm of barbarians, broadsword, and battle Bloodshed reigned as sovereign master amid the dwellers of this time and place The dwellers remembered as eyes of the serpent, were the great beasts of Talahaun The mystic wizards of Rendisafure, and the whispering spectres of Sacarious They all roamed the ruins lost and the skies untamed in search of fallen or weakened steadfastness So they may fulfil their fates and please the gods of Valdorian Dwellers of heart - also sauntered the land in search of their destinies Creatures of all types men and beasts entombed in a seemingly endless cloud of malevolence and somber This was the battalion of steel, the siege on savagery The marbled pillars of flesh supporting the cathedrals of hope and suns of the glowing tide This was Talahaun, the chosen sphere of Asteresque The essence of mystic sorcery and medieval beings where the rains of ever flourishing gold cleansed eternally
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
March I to the crest I glare into the birch and tulipwood heart of burning pyre My form beyond conglomeration I seek diligent forests in truism Sorcerer sovereign of ancient times I sense his spirit lore streams thy mind Upon chants mystically cold perched here I of worn will this spire of the sky I awaken a virgin youth dethroned A bellow, fear, then silence the redwoods bathed in blood Dryads of woodland carry a child - sacrificed eyes of lost enter the past This act has no arena in which to be performed For you nymphs of the darkened realm of torridness shall haunt the corridors From this lancet of mortality Valdoria I shall prevail besiege, I besiege I greet anger with open arms blood of old to run cold And settle upon valley floor rifted bold contented in unholy hold Swift is the battle yet loss has swept the air Deserve not thou dove in which white silk yellows till torture Rest thy tattered wings in soil and sleep Now I drink of wine and lift a bronze goblet possessing Khimaera travel I await sovereignty cold and haze are arising the moment long awaited arrives Belltallia warrior of celestial axe search out Trinity goddess of purity For you are maker of solidification and your son to be called Moorenious Shall carry thy kingdom and for centuries of fifteen guard the infinite black of Asteresque Are you? "Yes, I am Asushous sovereign to the spirits, spectres, and flesh"
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
Dancing flames fountain untold tales inviolable these myths transcending mornings Dew reflections from Satyr's pool of mortal and virgin Mnemonic silhouettes fading amid the tureen of the tryst Apollyon's book of black reveals flourish the archaic dire in praise Travel the burnt dust bowls of holy prophet and sorcery To the harpies ruins melded upon ghostly catacombs far to the north Above bell towers and Cimmerian demons Condemned to the charcoaled southern skies aflame I search of ethereal windfall The raven rises in sunset death plagues its skeletal remains The winged ghost does soar the sky Witch fire of premature darkness searches to the east Below the phosphoresce stars spherical For the dust spectres guardians to the lost sun I am the ember of dawn the last sunrise in time My sorrow a vision in dream Penance from lust and lore for this age and evermore Goddess spoiled black release me Argony In a dying fire A seasoned forests pearwood turned to ash Arising dunes entrance my oceans Spires wedded cream to amethyst Crying rainbows penetrate a veiled fortress to all memories Falling a star Diana Protector of fertility choral storms eclipse robes of the spiralling rings Having no end Cinders cascade withered weeping willows to the west Cast me your wisdom warming tides buoyant and of drifting treasure Remnants of divest souls baneful resting upon birch thicket sheathed in blankets of fire Sacred steed saunter to the rivers way Sacred steed follows the froth to temperate relics of Scoria There shall you elevate the reborn goddess unabated now silver Trinity came to me riding the forgotten unicorn Now shall we feast on wilderness and create seedling wine from the tureen of the tryst I am the ember of dawn the last sunrise in time My elation to taste in reality Anointed in lovelorn from this day and forevermore Goddess draped chaste she came to me trinity
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
Strands of hazel and jaded eyes mantled quiecent atop downed pillions Figure seeded fair maiden abeyant beneath quince quilted In a spectacle of color Trinity she sleeps The dream transforms unto dispirit as snatcher possessor Elevates young ensorcelled with pincers beyond the mist Droplets of her dew fall upon a galleon ship sailing The ocean waters of Taracon searching Serpents and Ophidians To a rotted post shackled in an immured dungeon her soul is stripped of lilywhite and she lay bare Vestal fruit from planted seed now revealed singing Siren the seductress song Sinking Gehenna harpooned in reefs honed broken gaff and torn sails plummet adrift lure The darkened depths of the ocean floor wait To this place where the Scylla and Physeters dwell And the bones of adventurous men who perished long ago lie These sunken crypts dragon general Viking vessel mired and uprooted Galley oars splintered cast to Purgatory Decks of marbled treasure grandeur flowered in flowing ornamentation Silver now tarnished diamond encrusted goblets sparkle no more Chants pervade the unholy bottom Valdoria I am drowning This sunless grave exhales my last breath I have never seen such slaughter take me away from this sight of unlit flotsam For I am of willing heart old women dressed in leathered rags For Atteric she came bringing pinion and pine nuts With a sphere of sphinx web and a dangling dove feather Protector of Trinity's dreams The dream widow sees Amid this darkness without a torch Spirit and wind are as one winged being ascends thee once again Forlorn I in ancestral desert moor Forefathers silenced ruinous sand all that rest curse of a thousand infants Plagued to the ghost of infinity genocide to the Kaulteric tribe Sphere of sphinx web and a dangling dove feather protector to my dreams The dream widow sees amid this darkness Without a torch it has guided thee The lush garden of pillar and pearl now I see Sun's arising above the trees flora Basking in dampness and passion I have been led to cloudless serenity
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
From the meadows of Maseilya he is born On a banshees breeze the olfaction of riders From the castle Cartess skeletons armoured in steel They journey warriors in steel From the celestial horizon reddish purple they advance Belltallia joins the wind as one with the soil and blade To demand holy order Clydesdales thunderously pound the meadows With death warriors upon their backs And the sky is filled with the fire god While a storm of apparitions enter Battle-axe to the air let the steel not fail One by one bones shatter of those already dead To the end shall we ride I and these ghost warriors Exit this gate to the hereafter I am left in limbo staring through the golden grasslands Towering over my body beaten and of cold Guardian no more for the sovereign to be I wait passing lifeless shell for sight of the son Essence upon arising of morning dew I am enslaved until darkness falls Enslaved until darkness I am falling I perceive thy child helpless I of ruin Morning has arose the wellspring manifested The child is taken talisman conquering Trinity she cries of her lost son Never shall she envision him in youth Yet her spirit shall enlighten his longings past
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
Retiring by firelight engaging wine caressed his weary mind Within the dancing flames he cast his weary mind Embers drawing images into imaginations much desired Repose soon erased Through the trees filtered sunlight Dawn has arrived Dreams erased from wearied minds Wondering again of the dream The elder man appearing to him nightly now Calling him deeper into wood But still not sensing the meaning of it all Rising to the mist the mist of dawn He watched through rested eyes As sunlight kissed the depthless stream Perceptions from wonderment of what the day might bring Astride noble steed he scans the horizon Searching for the answer the answer Into the woods venturing further responding to the call Which lures him through the evergreens With night soon to fall and breeze growing colder He knew his day's jaunt would soon end Ahead in twilight's mist billowing smoke rising And warmth of a fire inviting him to rest Entering the warming glow of the flames He was astonished who was awaiting him by the fire The elder man who had been appearing to him nightly now He called his name and this is what he said "Come sit young man for I've drawn you here this night"
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
Forever within luring lands crystal and frozen Moorenious son of Belltallia cast aloft mists of mystical sand Without warning without trace upon these willing fates A magical dragon of fire grayish smoke and scaly green Ascends to the vista darkened As enlightenment of quiescence surrounds them darkness dissipates And the sun star melts iced tombs to the river of dolorousness Wings let fallen into passages of vastness Confrontations of denializations with the realizations Of what is and might be Absconded throughout mystic skies a jaunt to immerse an ample of lies Arrival at last the feared stoned walls have appeared Beneath hyberious realm of godless souls and armoured giants of sword Travel the suffocating heights I must endure I fall amidst drifts of illusions until the dream is shattered Redeemed horror and pain is unleashed upon a frightening vision These wills of spectres surround entities of hatred Yet to strong understood My thoughts are of witchcraft now thy vanity is stripped Left with lowliness and fallaciousness I pipe vexating sounds the hourglass of time spills through Openings of ill repute and weariness Immersing the hopes and dreams of a thousand Who have and will be Crystal of sacarious dimming hopelessly With enchantment of undoing tales Set us free Moorenious as was wind written on scriptures of Apar In an age of sovereign sorcery These hopes and fears are to parish Without succession to be one with And with the almighty ever filled in Herculean The center of cathedral spires of gold Treasures of past kings and queens Illuminate all hearts throughout The prism is of flame Released to soar winged dragons take to wind The gracious heavens of Sacarious cleansed Restored with warmth and mastery The land of Hyberious one with sea, sands, and sky Once again to stream fluid let the hearts of hope Forever carry wings of dreams To the heavens of everlasting existence
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026