The Forest Hidden

 

Photo by Todd McKinley

 

Across the Empire, and beyond cold iron mountains lies a forest so beautiful and still.

Separated by gates of infinity and earth bone, the Forest Hidden spreads deep.

Filled with a wonder of people long thought to be dead,

But in secret have they been building, hidden from foul eye and ear.

For a time will come when Imperial walls will tremble.

The end is near, fate’s hand has been tipped and now the game is started.

The Elemental walks beneath our sun and stars, pulling upon the fabric of the world.

And we will step forth, united as one,

The hidden forest of Occulta.

-M.E. Ink

Temptation of the Sea

Cousins we are, separated by the sea.

I, beneath the surface clear, you above in skies so dear.

My hair laid tangled with weeds of the sea, I placed shells of ivory with great care.

You combed your tresses that lifted in the wind, breathing freedom so sweet.

How I wish we could go back, to that evening by the sea.

Our people were one, as so many long before us.

Yet we the immortals fell prey,

To wicked lies and treachery so dear that the waters remind us of our loss.

You had held me close, as a lover’s embrace begging me to not go.

And I stood, so proud and assured,

Not believing my own folly.

And with light in hand, I parted ways,

My sister, our people eternally divided.

And now we stare from beneath two sides of the same pool,

A child of the forest, and a daughter of the sea,

Forever looking for the other.

-M.E. InkOwl

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-M.E. InkOwl 

Betwixt Eternity’s Roots

Solumra and Undaros walked upon rocks barren of life, and young of heart. Two lovers from the same root. They danced upon a world of fire and heat, awaiting a sign in the stars for life to come forth.

“How long are we to be cursed to roam these lands, dear one?” Undaros asked as his feet hissing upon burning sands.

Solumra looked to her lover, seeing the pain upon his shifting face.

“We must wait,” she said, pain filling her soul at the thought. “A sign we will see from the veil of darkness above.”

Both looked to the heavens, wanting in their eyes.

Time passed, and their world circled in the dark. Solumra planted life where she could, but to no avail. The rocks lay scorched and blackened where she had touched.

Utter ruin lay around the two glowing forms. Solumra fell to her knees and cried aloud to the empty lands, “Where do we go from here? Are we to parish upon an unforgiving stone, and an empty sky?”

“Come, love we will die together.” Undaros said, pulling Solumra into his arms. “Turn your face from our prison, we will depart in love.”

And as light faded from their world, a single star shone down from the heavens.

It was Lucia, goddess of life. Purity descended from upon high as those of a lesser road watched with hope.

With a ringing voice Lucia called to them, “Come, my children. Let us bring life to this rock.”

And so Light, Earth, and Water converged upon a sea of dead sand, and from there life was born. From dust rose a garden green.

Out from the ground grew the Varena, the Mother trees. Towering pinnacles formed living walls of waving leaves. Thick trunks held their swaying bodies to the ground, while thick roots of creation delved deep within the world.

“It is beautiful.” Undaros said with a smile. From his footprints bubbled springs, filling into pools and streams.

“It is.” Agreed Lucia, her gaze warming the new flora at her feet.

“But something is amiss.” Solumra said, looking through the garden. “Who is to care for our garden?”

Lucia walked between the trees, listening to the wind. She stopped before the Varena, pressing her hands upon their bark. Radiance flowed into the tree, setting each line of its bark aglow.

“They will.” Lucia breathed into the night air.

And from between the roots of each Varena sprung the Dryadai, Children of the Trees.

-M.E. InkOwl

Quarry’s Last Prayer

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Fear. I feel fear.

So intense my eyes refuse to open.

They have come for me, the predators.

I am their ultimate prey.

Now I feel my hands shake upon my face,

Hiding what is my fate upon this world.

For I am hunted,

By the Maw of Darkwell.

-M.E. InkOwl

Canabrae of Darkwell


Sleek are their bodies,

Lithe forms brimming with grace.

But such words are wasted upon such creatures of terror.

Even as I write this they are stalking me.

Feeding upon the fear within my body.

For I am mortal and meek.

I possess the one thing they desire:

Flesh and bone.

I am their sustenance.

-M.E. InkOwl

The Hunt

The wold was dark under a moonless sky,

A rolling sea of obsidian and grass.

T’was the blood of my hands and your bonds,

That egged on a howling plague.

From over a lip of darkness,

Poured a thousandfold of burning eyes.

All we could do was run on,

And pray to forgotten gods.

-M.E. Inkowl

An Unbalanced Beginning


It was said that when Darkness poured from the Well,

It came as a howling wind.

Little did the world know the plague that had been unleashed.

From the gods spread a hunger unquenchable.

Fortunate for life only One can control them.

One filled with a power to defy creation,

Yet that one is filled with the same darkness.

Corrupted they are,

From within.

-M.E. InkOwl

Bones of Hope

A boy it was, who found the path.

He was blind to light from above.

Among the dead he walked in the wood,

His companion an Urisus of the North.

With hand upon silver fur they walked,

Companions of a strange world.

The dead walked along with hope.

-M.E. InkOwl