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Insight, Tranquility, Divinity
by Fravil Entryne

The everlasting glory embodied by the city of Tear cannot satisfy itself to merely be enshrined in the visual splendor of its vistas, but must be given permanence in writing. Such a muse it is to walk along the gardens that wait among the skies above. Enlightenment, intrigue and despair shall be seeped from these poems. It is in the eyes of the beholder to see the meanings behind such soliloquies.


Divine Tranquility

I drove my feet through a luscious oasis,
whose beauty made me wane,
I, ravenous for tranquility, thirsting for solitude
I gazed upon the horizon,
Watching the sea glisten with its dark majesty,
saltrice swaying gently as it moved on the whispery breeze,
In my search for solitude, and tranquility,
I saw cliff racers soar swiftly by,
More audacious than the spawn of Oblivion,
They alight amongst the trees I've known in youth,
Their cries shrill, and resonating,
Joining the splendor of these gardens.

As Magnus squats low on the land,
and before the moons are yet arisen,
Embers are to be seen, in the clear skies,
The golden bright sun is lost to the dusk,
Our senses are heightened,
as the musk has been blown away,
Forming with our minds, a consort of remembrance.
Our minds forming the shape of tranquil requiem,
all this for us, as joy runs through our crimson eyes,
as the luminosity of the night sky pull at our hearts
And fulfills our desires.


Visage of Hearts and Souls

Such burgeoning pressure my heart has undergone,
as I have set myself in this stunning visage,
A chalice of luxurious brewery brims over before me,
I offer a tirade to myself of my past clashes,
of how I saw the mountains collapse to my witnessing,
reduced to but dust and strange dark shadows,
and great trees brought to ground in a ferocity of emblazoned rage
My heart fills with salt,
as my eyes drain tears into it.

As the celestial skies set open their gates
and fling forth their cosmic riches,
my hands spring forth to gather these treasures
in my mind I bear contemplation of sedition and infidelity,
it is through these thoughts
that I ponder of poison filling my cup.
I feel the need to seek out redemption,
as well as the urge to seek repentance.

As love fills my heart,
With their enticing lust and delights,
And of the gods promise of pleasure,

The thoughts of enlightenment fill my mind,
Yet I remember and feel the scars upon myself,
As I in my waking, dreamt of follies past,
and of old transgressions
Yet I feel fear within my being,
calling me forth to seek salvation,
to redeem myself for these past mistakes.
These gardens are a visage of perception, illumination
As well as a magnificence that cannot be knowingly grasped.


Morbid Serenity

To stand against our masters is the foundation of woe,
it is like blades of grass torn asunder,
as they stood in the path of a gale,
Scattered into submission we were,
for our schemes against them.
We were like guars cowed by the sight of a huntsman
Their schemes are like shots of poison,
which every mouth rejects.
Such irony is this.

When the Secundu rises,
The gods call to you, seeking
the sky is cast in crimson, red with madness
Time is at dusk and dawn,
Death will find you soon,
and a bloody death you might die,
we pray for sanctity, to be bound with us,
as we find salvation within the land of solid ground.
Such poor fates we are given to, that we must seek our deaths.