Quest Poetry

I play a game called Quest and a character known as Meriae Llewellyn about 6 times a year. You can find out more about the game here. And more about my character here. Below is some quest poetry that I wrote in-character.

"Break the Hourglass"

inside the heart that no longer beats
the soul holds fast without defeat
precariously perched I extend my hand
to show you the way out of endless sand

reach up to wipe away crimson tears
forcing out all of my gripping fears
and I welcome in this maddening blight
I will shine hope into your darkened night

-MK for OV (6-01)

Forbidden

I gaze upon your countenance
gleamed white with the chill of the air
care worn lines creasing their way into your clothing
but not your skin

how fair, I learn, the heart that no longer beats
broken with the gift of endless night
how can the world abide this treachery
that evil should still be granted the sun?

yet with every silken word
that passes through your lips
my heart, I fear, is leaving me
turning away from vanity's love

my quest for your salvation begins
this curiosity of sorts turns deadly for me
blooming fully into an obsession
to rescue your immortal soul

Again for OV (5-02)

A Wilting Plea

so long in my heart, I had greived
feared I was lost to a life without meaning
but in your eyes, the promise of my dreaming
pulling me up from darkness, if I'd believe

so many moons ago it seems you had saved me
but still my heart remembers that misty morning sun
where my destiny changed from the roads I'd begun
wrapped in your embrace, in the shadow of that tree

Ever-growing your place, till your were my only one
come to realize you offered salvation in that smile
and bittersweet happiness filled me for a while
but with persistent questions, all that's come undone

I fear this new threat in all that we're bound to
beyond the exchange of promises and lies
and rings of blue that match your loving eyes
keeping watch on my motives and all that I do

Could happiness be with a closing of the mind?
to forget the possibility of a greater fulfillment
and cast his silken speech from the nights I'd dreamt
of blissful lovers two and the ties that bind

His darkened radiance impairs my sight
I reach out and beseech thee, my eternal beloved
resuce me once more and help me to rise above
Or plunge, I will my dear, into darkest of night

For sm. May you hear my plea. -mlk (9-02)

Bard's Corner

the love of another who is most unlike yourself
be they dwarven miner or the high and mighty elf
what we imagine separates us from each other
are merely the glittering differences between brothers

the views we see as being evil or wrong
impede our progress to simply get along
when questions arise about the color of the sky
remember these hues shine differently for each eye

so before you make judgements or raise your sword
recall that the mystics praise to each his own
and heed this advice to stave off a bitter end
that each person may indeed one day be a friend

For Melody - may you meet less sorrow in your next turn
(9-02)

Wanderlust

my mind tumbles inside itself
and my smile is just a disguise
bound up with troubling thoughts
lost in a world behind my eyes

hear, in a distant calling
the path, it beckons my heart
promising untold discov'ry
forcing my soul to depart

stashing home in a satchel
I waste no time on farewell
can't say how long I'll be gone
as the journey's uncertain to tell

this cool autumn day it
catches the breath in my throat
found in this moment, alive
I'm once again feeling hope

a new perspective opens in me
from this change in the terrain
I'd been hoping this blessid feeling
inside me hadn't been slain

every footfall brings me closer
resolving these questions of mine
even the birds they sound different
as freedom runs down my spine

dreaming of sunrises yet to dawn
pulling my soul out from under
the road again had her lessons to teach
not to lose or give up on wonder

(9-02)

the softness of velvet scarcely compares,
at least in my mind, to the clouds that are
passing through the bluest of skies,
on the syncopated rhythms of an autumn day

and when I tend to see the gentle curve of the earth,
reaching gracefully towards the sky
it reminds me of days, lost in reverie long ago
dreaming of a dawn on a day without sorrow

and tho' it seems that I am to be an earthbound creature,
this thought does not dampen the hope in my soul
when I have the occasion to see the bright hues
of the drying leaves, falling to blow in the wind

these suns that rise and fall, may remind my dreaming that
there will be an end to this, as light will fall to shadow
for the cyclical continuity of all that nature will ever be
is an inevitable end to all that may have ever been

but these thoughts do not trouble me, in the instant
when your azure gaze has a chance to pause in mine
causing the blissful catch of breath in my throat
and a subtle quickening in the beating of my heart

for whatever may befall the kingdoms and the banners
there was a fierce and unyielding passion in my life
knowing, beyond all, as true as any rain may fall
that I truly lived, while I was loved by you, most true.

For my dearest Sithanalis, in celebration of our betrothal.

(9/03)