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.

A GHOUL'S CURSE

The ghoul king mounts his throne of asps

And booms a curse to rend poor doves.

His troops pound steeds; their lava eyes flare

nine red manes haul wan hearts from bliss

iron binds gored bones to fangs and spikes.

As chains whip fire light weeps steel grey

a pious word soars; the wraith skulls jeer

their nails belch fumes; God's work is dross.

GARDEN OF MAGIC

A holy dart sears the nymph queen's brow

Trance wings its kiss; light gilds her womb

to bear Christ's root of grace for souls.

An angel babe soars; crowns drift in air

and seal His reign that mystic birds crave.

As magic woods twirl a cherub host plays

Three old priests bless their Lord with chants

Glass fonts brim scent; buds form high robes.

SACRED FLAME

As devils howl spells blades gore the moon

Claws seize her gems of opal and pearl.

A white tower quakes; its gold domes smash

the grand sage rots in acid blood seas.

His noble brow streams rose light and oil

horns blare on peaks where fire birds nest.

That prince of flames smites earth with love

an ochre pit roars; beasts plunge to doom.

Blue eagles fan mist on the lord's bones

A pure heart soars; grace bids death flee.