Avatar Within

Through the raging sea she came,
Hungry eyes and foaming mane,
Sparkling beast in lightning rain,
To reach the voice that called her name,
To meet the one that played her game.

In the roaring wind he called,
Thundering from higher ground,
Sundering the world with sound,
To bring the beast that legend told,
Would come and make his dream unfold.

Over rolling waves and fleeting tide,
Heralded by her callers plead,
Arrival of the stygian steed,
Grazing cliff with gruesome hide,
Shrieking as she rises high,
Monstrous towards the sky,
To halt before her kneeling guide,
Where sea and battered rocks collide.

A waning moon enchants the scene,
Its pale light paints a vivid dream,
Man and beast in silent sermon,
Waiting for their bond to form,
Within the eye of the surrounding storm.

Finally, as if in reply,
A gust of wind comes brushing by,
And the fleeting moments in the eye,
That felt like aeons for a while,
Are lost into the stormy wild,
That ravages both earth and sky,
Engulfing the embarking ride,
A summoned demon in its pride,
With summoner installed up high,
On a throne of horns and scales,
As king and ruler over seas and gales.

Through a rising ominous wave,
Then down into the watery grave,
Descends the master and his slave,
Past jagged rocks and horned reefs,
Whose ancient carvings form reliefs,
That brings to life the lost motifs,
Of things that never roamed the sea,
And never knew that they would be,
Fading into obscurity,
Beneath rolling waves and stormy skies,
With none to see their crumbling guise,
Save the one that past them dives,
Guided by the withered sights,
Of godly kings and perfect knights,
That in the eerie dying light.
Assume the shape of ghastly wights.

The Kiss of Parting
With widows hair the bow was strung,
A gruesome; arching; jagged spine,
Whose bones and sinews intertwined,
An instrument from which was sprung,
A song that through the air was sung:

Pierce through steel and flesh and bone,
Pierce the heart that’s made of stone.

The Cloud of Passing
With ghostly strands the bow was strung,
An eerie bend, a cursed form,
Harbinger of the raging storm,
An instrument from which was sprung,
A song that through the air was sung:

Reach the sky and blot the sun,
Fall to earth and then be gone.

The Light of Lasting
With angel hair the bow was strung,
A splendid; golden; wondrous arch,
That blazed like fire in the dark,
An instrument from which was sprung,
A song that through the air was sung:

Burn in awe before the sight,
Of brilliant sun rays in their flight.

Dead Halls
No sound, no movement, not even time, trouble these halls of my troubled rhyme.

Buried City
Where a wondrous city used to stand, there now is naught but desert sand.

Gloomy Castle
Once from towers banners flew, in wind which from the heaven drew, a splendour that is now all gloom.

Whispering Keep
The wind that blows through broken walls, it lends its voice to empty halls.

Ghoul’s Lair
The ghouls they gather here, in a dark and slimy lair. No sun to burn their skin, as pale as it is thin.

Witch House
In these woods there’s sorcerery, bringing life to stone and tree.

Ice Cavern
A gleaming act of bewildered ice, a frozen enchanted paradise.

Ancient Tunnels
Illuminated by the mineral ores, the tunnels run deeper in their endless course.

Crumbled Mine
Echoes of many a mattock travel, from a past that nobody wants to unravel.

Dragon’s Lair
Gleaming scales or is it gold? The truth is only for the bold.

Mountain Tomb
Solemn features and eyes so cold, such is the visage of the kings of old.

Magis Keep
The magi still resides within, though haggard, cursed and bony thin.

Hollow Stone
In hollow stone out on the fields, the victor shall be the one that yields.

Hydra’s Mark
This stone it marks a cursed domain, where life is blackened by disdain.

Misty Stones
Up from the ground rise stony fingers, as if reaching for the mist that lingers.

Troll Cave
Hearth of stone, cauldron of copper, boiling humans and trolls making supper.

Forest Mound
The trees they grow upon a mound, whose nourishment is far from sound.

Forest Tower
Green and growing, wiry and high, the tower looks down on all who pass by.

Haunted Castle
The past of this castle is horribly engraved, in the vaults down below where no souls could be saved.

Fallen Stones
Mossy and fallen, these stones are a trait, of times that are gone and with them all the faith.

Moon Cave
When moonlight hits the polished wall and dance along the marble hall, the magic will roam free for all.

Demon’s Tomb
Locked in the chains of an arcane spell, the demon longs for the flames of hell.

Sun Henge
With the path of the sun the stones are aligned, marking the perpetual passing of time.

Swamp Crypt
Overgrown by many a marvelous vine, the crypt is of death an outspoken sign.

Forest Circle
In the shadows of the stones, dance elven folk with dead man’s bones.

Bone Hoard
Bones upon bones so white and serene, the rats since long have eaten them clean.

Catacombs
Below the sand in an endless maze, spectres and wights along corridors chase.

Frozen Keep
A creaking and cracking symphony, is haunting the frozen gallery.

Seer’s Tower
Every year the tower sinks, deeper down the swamp that stinks.

Weeping Stones
Where the wind and waves hit land, these weeping stones they make their stand.

Dark Lair
In the darkness a malice dwells, in filth and rot and acrid smells.

Winter Tower
Clad in snow and frozen tears, the tower endures the endless years.

Burial Mound
Since long forgotten king here lies, empty sockets where once were eyes and might revealed by golden prize.

Pyramids of Mesa
Aligned with the stars in the distant sky, a mystery from a time gone by.

Frost Circle
Grim and frostbitten stones here stand, marring the frozen northern land.

Water Mill
As the water flows, the wheel moves around, to spin is the fate to which it is bound.

Fallen Pillars
Where once stood mighty palaces and towers, there now is ruin where nothing flowers.

Desert Temple
The sanctity of the ancient shrine, has of late been in decline.

Traveler’s Well
In many a traveler’s dream, this blessed well it gleams.

Monolith
The carvings speak of blood red seas, rising above all lands and trees.

Sand Stone
As old as the sand that stretches out, the tower still stands so proud and stout.

Abandoned Fortress
Though desolate and sought by none, the towers still glow in the heavenly sun.