WHEN MAGIC DESCENDS (PART 1)

In trance I hail a son of light

Woe stings my lord; the fire deer quake.

Vile, grey men seize his box long prized

to drift in time and rouse The Beast.

Zel gilds iron horns with ten sky jewels

a red beam scalds fair tribes of grace

runes blaze on hearts bound fast in coves

A wolf pack snarls; it rends the saint.

ELDERS OF THE LIGHT

A ruby lord bows; his gilt cross whirs

to guide his realm that dwells in skies.

Mares part grey cloud; spires drift on wings

Man hails deep trance as domes kiss earth

and tribes of power choose hearts for light.

The holy sage carves a globe from pines

it pours rare salt by work of nymphs

who cure old pangs with dark, sweet grains.

A dog rose bleeds; thorns fall on palms

to aid the meek who face red storms.

THE TREE WITCH

A tree witch stalks; her eyes fire worms

her green robe whips the moon and stars.

Pale sacs bear eggs that bind to flesh

Fauns raise pink orbs; a dead prince wakes.

Mauve oil rots fiends; numb slaves breathe light

wargs howl and pounce; a blood king twists

pure souls of God who scorned his guile.

Fumes choke the sage; he falls to crones

Dark songs rend grace; and holy power drains.