Written By Zyanya
Dec. 12, 2020, 7:27 a.m.(7/20/1014 AR)
rest cool on my tongue
a blessed pearl.
Written By Zyanya
Dec. 5, 2020, 7:27 p.m.(7/7/1014 AR)
rose-gold cacophany is a secret kept
behind the fanning clouds.
Only the clouds know how to smile as you do,
how to smile and how to move on.
Written By Zyanya
Nov. 30, 2020, 8 a.m.(6/24/1014 AR)
waiting, poised on feet prepared to ache,
breath trembling and ready for the call
to motion, the demand of drumbeat
and movement.
I am waiting still and in my ears
there is only my steady heart.
Written By Zyanya
Nov. 29, 2020, 10:29 p.m.(6/23/1014 AR)
hides its green and gold finery
but shares its lambent glow.
Written By Zyanya
Nov. 21, 2020, 6:22 a.m.(6/6/1014 AR)
not the death of dreams but the absence of them, chasing sleep away.
There is no space for sound among all of this red, these stares, this fury.
If I am calm enough--still enough--quiet enough, maybe...
Maybe it will come to me, the sign that there is a home here, waiting
to be found, the promise of a hearth, a place where I will not be cold,
where I will not be lonely.
Written By Zyanya
Nov. 21, 2020, 1:32 a.m.(6/5/1014 AR)
the lull of breath over lips
the surf comes to my hand
sea reflects sky reflects sea
the mirror I collect in palm
Written By Zyanya
Nov. 13, 2020, 5:51 p.m.(5/18/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Niklas
Written By Zyanya
Nov. 13, 2020, 3:53 p.m.(5/18/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Tyrus
What if the sun rose blue tomorrow?
I would not be standing here to say
what if.
Written By Zyanya
Nov. 12, 2020, 11:02 p.m.(5/16/1014 AR)
the roots spread wide
through shadow and silt
without soil's restraint.
So too in bloody pools
to reap darker blooms.
Written By Zyanya
Nov. 12, 2020, 9:35 p.m.(5/16/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Valdemar
As well, Skald has been worshiped in Jadairal, in Weijin, since before you were a Compact. Skald and all of the gods. The Empire is faithful to the Pantheon.
My invitation was not made to you but to those born without your many advantages. I hope they hear it. But also I hope if you wish to learn more, you ask the emissaries here for permission to visit and see for yourself. To properly learn and do away with your assumptions.
Written By Zyanya
Nov. 11, 2020, 9:08 p.m.(5/14/1014 AR)
I have never heard screams like those heard today.
If you are tired of this--the threat of war, these acts of violence, the grand speeches and grand gestures of the highborn, wealthy and mighty--there is another way. Another place. For eight hundred years and more its children have not known war, they have been kept safe at borders and in cities. They are are fed the same, clothed the same, protected and taught the same as any other. Serf and peasant and commoners are not known there. They are citizens and counted of equal worth--and they may be taught wonders, and power great as any hero this land has produced, to rise and shelter others in turn. You do not need to fear for yourself there or for your children. The gods are there too, the Pantheon as it has been always.
I am here and here I will stay. But if you wish to be safe and you do not wish to be here in this, if Skald's choice and sacrifice are honored here, you may choose to walk this path. Emissary Zulana can show you and she will keep you safe.
Written By Zyanya
Nov. 8, 2020, 7:25 p.m.(5/8/1014 AR)
lightning-slashed clouds
waves arched to meet the rain
These months remind me of honesty
that soft sighs, sweet touches
so often conceal the urge to strike.
Written By Zyanya
Nov. 4, 2020, 1:02 a.m.(4/27/1014 AR)
dark and unfettered, hands full of silk,
a song in my heart, a smile on my lips?
I knew myself once before this forest,
before this chase, but it has gone now,
like the blue of my eyes, heat in my veins.
Whose dream is this in which I run,
my elbow already caught by his hand,
the path ahead already turned.
Whose dreams draw such shadows?
I knew myself once.
Whose dream is this?
Written By Zyanya
Oct. 30, 2020, 5:46 a.m.(4/17/1014 AR)
The scholar teaches me that farfnoogat is not a true word though. A shame. It looks like it could be real in Arvum.
Written By Zyanya
Oct. 25, 2020, 6:22 a.m.(4/7/1014 AR)
We are bound not by breath but by salt,
shore to shore and blood to blood.
Written By Zyanya
Oct. 25, 2020, 6:22 a.m.(4/7/1014 AR)
We are bound not by breath but by salt,
shore to shore and blood to blood.
Written By Zyanya
Oct. 25, 2020, 6:14 a.m.(4/7/1014 AR)
ready for the plunging hand
the seed, the sprout,
ready for the dream
of what comes next.
I will make a blanket of it
this soil and this dream
and drawing it over my head
I wait for my harvest.
Written By Zyanya
Oct. 21, 2020, 1:40 a.m.(3/27/1014 AR)
The lanterns dim.
On the altar
a single feather.
Written By Zyanya
Oct. 15, 2020, 4:27 a.m.(3/15/1014 AR)
Alone,
I fill these broken places
with seams of gold.
Written By Zyanya
Oct. 15, 2020, 1:56 a.m.(3/15/1014 AR)
Winter storms move on
carried away on winter winds
my hands close on water.
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