Origin Anew.

I love the way of overture. There’s so gallant an association from an uncontested union. The harmony will bear no spite to melody for melody’s essential nature. Also the melody dons no belligerence to the more beauteous form of harmony.

Towers and Sacrifice.

I called you traitor, what gall have I invested? You my brethren first fallen by neglect and scorn I will attest by worthy memory.

Flame and Triumph.

Why ought I so forlorn trespass into forgotten trials? My intentions burn strong to unravel the riddles of my sorrow.

I would be wise, but I am not.

In time I confess as all sane men; I do not know the way.

Depths so Free.

While I am beyond passion endured my Faithful the salve becomes. I over-burning behold my Patient adorn me daily relief. Mine a hope never lost, I dwell pure free for my Destiny’s consolation.

Of Great and Awake.

I have loved the rawness of origin, we cannot pretend otherwise. But yet I know myself very imperfect in elemental pursuit that while preaching simplicity I so cling on vain reflections. I wish confession while understanding such a desire is itself my prohibition.

Truth and Friendship.

Come, today I wear no taste for gaudy complication. I will plainly speak as a brother ought address his kin, for I indulge no secrets in this good and faithful hour. My complexion shines a smile called simplicity.

Invocation Devotion.

Let spill all the flow of my nurturing identity. Vagueness be foreign to my shape and also definition become my herald. Layers all so preceding the core of my heritage be uncovered, and sentinels long held by solemnity my riddles’ security be relieved.

Sphere/Paradigm.

Where I am wise I fall, and in strength I am not so.

I am unmade again for the sake of many choices. An earth I behold, and on this world there are many nations. Waters rise and so my observation takes earnest attention, for the hour of change has arrived.

Altru Secondary.

Come my secret ally, and we will into the brush of riddles steal. We the young stride to cause and fortune, and so test the ranks of rule and authority. A pact of the unnamed lies in caverns deep much beyond our periphery. We will at last take back the smile to our heritage prove.

The Princess.

Give me fiction. I do not want for disillusionment. There was an age whence I so moved in the darkness while my sole respite fantastic. Am I discovered to the brightness of the sun? Has my mind in secret uncloaked the beams of heaven too enraptured to report? Thus I must be blind.