Poetry - Draft - What is right

I've written this from Daolyth's perspective, because I'm pretty sure he had these thoughts and feelings first. He is, I think, an honourable elf, but clearly quite passionate under his otherwise reserved and pragmatic exterior. I suspect his capacity to do the right thing, even in the face of great personal angst, far exceeds my own, which is part of the joy of having a character to hide behind. They can do things you cannot, both in terms of abilities but also behaviours.

At some point, I'll write down how I think Dao and I are different, just so its clear in my own head.

What is right

I'll stand with you against the night

And wait for dawn to breach

I'll guard your home in rain or frost

And hark unto your speech

I'll watch your back in battle line

And add my voice to yours

I'll lift you when you fall to foes

And tend to all your scars

I'll be advice and wisdom

And pragmatic self restraint

I'll be one who gets things done

And serve without complaint

I'll watch over all your family

And help them all to grow

I'll smile for all your fortune

And home then I will go

I'll see you leave when day ends

And you go to warmth and light

I'll then find in me no happiness

And know I've done what's right

Poetry - draft - Darkness

First draft - Darkness

Endless eyes embracing the void
From the centre of eternity
The dias both a prison
And an observatory to all time
An unrivalled kalediscope

Darkness covers all reality
All creation nestled within
The empyrean splendour of stars
Cosmic ballet of worlds
Eggs turn in the void

The glistening web of all time
All futures and all pasts
Caresses his touch but remains
Beyond the reach of his substance
The creator touches not the creation

A sigh like the silence of aeons
The hush of a million years
Waiting adrift of time
Gifting all that comes to pass
But not partaking of the future

In the beginning there was Darkness
And it walked upon the face of the deep
Darkness walks alone there still
A majesty forever cloaked from the light
Starlight captured in vast eyes



 

Daolyth's Diary - 1112 September - Day 3

I've reached the second ruin marked on my map and have found it much in the same condition as the first, although perhaps less scavenged for materials than the other. I suspect the proximity to the wound might deter peasant folk from coming too near.

My success with lighting fires continues unabated and, tonight, I have fashioned myself something that could pass for soup. At least, it is mostly liquid and there is edible matter floating in it. Carrots and such. Including expertly prepared rabbit. 

I had no idea that surgical skills could be applied on such a wide basis.

Shortly after passing the great bridge , which joins the north to the main island, I encountered two peasants (a farmer and his near grown son) in a predicament. I observed from cover that they were being threatened by two men armed with clubs. A simple act of brigandry. The peasants had food (harvested crops most likely) and the brigands wanted it. An understandable notion with winter approaching.

I was not initially minded to interfere, lest my whereabouts become more widely known. But, then it occurred to me, what purpose do I serve as a protector who does not protect? The Lions would have the Order care for Amnor and Mithras would have us fight for those who cannot fight for themselves. What is it I am hiding from here?

What would Hengist do?

I emerged from cover, sword drawn, mask in place. The matter was swiftly resolved without blood being shed.

Although I did not ask for it, the Farmer and his son did give me a rabbit to eat.

Well 'gave' is perhaps overstating it somewhat, but I presume it was their intent that I have it as they hurled it in my direction as they ran away. Thankfully they didn't take the same route as the brigands.