Stormcrowfleet

By the healing waters Of my lovely shores, I laid The air so bleak, So cold. I breathed with my eyes, With my ears. Through aeons went my journey. From these mountains I swear the word. I am the hammer. I am lightning. By the signs I shall return To burn all land Beyond the seas.

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 24, 2025

On the cold bridge of grey stones, stood the old man in his grey robe Opening his oak barrels, Pouring them to the water. So began the pouring. Light frozen... Down snowing... Light was weakening. Grey was the curtain. Wide were the shores Of the grey and green seas. It was final.

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 24, 2025

Sweet is the air under the forceful wings, Sharp is the gaze to read. Reflections from distant lakes, Whispers from distant woods, Calls from distant mountains That brings summonings from the ones With the words. Come, carry... the seeds Of storms. Come, satisfy... the lust And the craving. Come, fleet, come... By silent wings.

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 24, 2025

The flames - Waves are our path. The wind - Blows away the fear. Calm - And strong are our minds. Joy on the fields is eternal. Pain beyond view, The flames raise us. In the cold, the flames glow Blue. ...under the flood, Blood. The waves - Flames are our path. The last one. We die - We never fall. The flames in our veins. Storm behind, storm ahead. Oar strokes are our way. Away and back again, The flames are rising.

Up there, time is air. Up there, place is warmth. Up there, dustbridge; the throne. Up there, he is alone. Up there, the light of no sun; Dim is the glow. Up there are the stars Far, far below. Up there, skies painted With glances; the touch. Up there he is proudly alone

As the crowds are now left behind, I enter the vastness of green. I was weary of all the noise around. For my ears, silence is the ultimate sound. The forest is around me. In silence the pines stand tall. With the wind they whisper their tales As their wisdom is... everdarkgreen. Dark green are my hallways. Within my rooms lies endless peace. Surrounded by the ones that understand me. Surrounded by the ones I can trust. At the swamps, Mist is rising. Covering It all below. As light creates shades to the mist screen. I see no dreams coming true. A breath from the endless ground. The wisdom is everdarkgreen.

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 24, 2025