HALLOWED GROUND

The man of doom is racked by tears
His dark soul rots; a grey horde prowls.
Five halos beam red to purge iron guilt
moans rip bare woods; St Aegle chants hymns.
A fire sword melts; the orc tribes kneel
and pledge to serve one king of light.
Vile forms rise pure; God tends young faith
A holy dove speaks; his grand court smiles.

GUARDIAN OF THE LIGHT

A pure queen sings to charm the moon

He bears nine stars of power and love

that robe fair Aegle in high red grace.

Her luna tree prays; a foul man barks

the lady of hope is gored by shades.

As ochre life dims brutes gnaw rent flesh

wan elves mount gems on white gold spires.

Dark holes burn fiends; the noble heart drifts

to realms of God where lambs are prized.

AN ELFIN BLESSING

As gilt runes wink in sylph tree woods

King Meda bows rapt and prays for grace.

Dead skies flash rose; fauns tune pearl harps

nine holy steeds bear elves born of light.

A cyan orb spins; it rains fair stars

that cloak pure Meda in high elf powers.

deep mystic words guide his soul to cross

the arc of bliss where God's queen gifts

her prized sun gem signed by moon love.