BIRTH OF THE HALLOWS

As jade spires glint in bows of lace

old Tain clips gilt from grey silk plaits.

He fans red wings; lakes brim with buds

dew sprays the rocks; a rare harp strums

roots bear high elves; palms hail their gifts.

Tain drapes his light to shield the realm

A surge of volts jerks earth from sleep

All gaze on skies that smile and flash.

THE HERALD'S VISION

The holy sage chants; fire robes a star

Zor strides in snow; his feet trail soot.

A maid bleeds light; ash mars her train

the witch king sneers as puce gas coils

and storms her mind to aid his plot.

The high slave fades in halls of grace

Zor's pure mask rips; iron stabs a lord.

That fell scene dies; bones thud on tiles

for man's blest gift is blitzed by grief.