WHEN MAGIC DESCENDS (PART 2)

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.

Blood spurts on fiends who melt and froth

Wan elves cast herbs; the marred box glints.

God's pure lamb soars; a fairy choir guides

the orb of dusk to weave his cross

Hymns fade wet pulp and holy scent wafts.

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.

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.