Warren Atherton

'Tireless sleep, I hear her weep
Across dark plains in her lonesome keep.
So far away her soul in dismay
Where echoing moans keep Cathy at bay.'
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Mia was the first to show,
Stood all alone in cold dismay,
Knife clenched in hand as she did pray
That all those voices she could hear
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She sits all alone in her own little house
In a world where no people can see,
And her mind is a place where a myriad dreams
Bring a life to one old, such as she.
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A rotating planet of life
Unsteadily turns on its core.
Five levels of gas
Above scattered land-mass
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The ‘Dark’ had consumed much of Mid-Galafay,
As the Sage of his steer did dismount.
Two moons had since passed on two cold, lifeless days,
And of corpses the Sage had lost count.
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Dominicus-White stood afoot on the sand
In Albraith in the country of Rud.
It was here that the Dwarven-folk made their last stand
Whilst defending their homes all they could.
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The Sage found himself in a lowly-lit cave
In some dank subterranean gorge.
All about him were bones in this skeletal grave,
To remind of the devils’ own scourge.
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“Inhospitable wretch! Do you quickly forget
Your defeat at the Pittacal Door?
The Dark Lord himself is still no more a threat
To the power of all Tillanho lore.
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Through solemn eyes he hoped had lied,
A dense and dismal mass he spied.
Out of the darkness whence it came,
To murder and to maim........
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“For ‘Gretchel the White’, her long story unfolds
In a time when a peace held the land;
Still a ten year old girl, as yet future untold,
As she sat looking down on the sand.
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The moons silver hue torched his path to Fallouth
As Osedicus flew through the night.
Right above him a shadow approached from the south,
Swirling west in migratory flight.
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In a far distant place in the Tillanho north,
Stands a tower jutting half a mile high.
Like a granulite epitaph menacing forth
To the heavens - a graptolite spy!
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In machiavellian manner with malicious intent
The Dark Lord surveyed the scene.
He’d watched in a fury, his demon hell-sent
Had but failed in what now should have been
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Alarm bells clanging, the shattering of glass
Poverty stricken, the gall of your class.
Go grab the bootey, exchange it for cash,
Your habit needs feeding so give it the hash.
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Happens, I came upon a copse,
T'was in the dead of night.
Moonlight torched a meadow path,
Led thee to this place of wrath,
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She works her fingers to the bone
To make a pitiful crust,
And always it is 'them' who make
While she stays bust.
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I mused there at the the table.

A myriad thoughts and emotions,
Like the sonar of the great 'Blue',
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An eastern wind in merry dance
Scoured the vale in lively prance.
To a rising Orb of yellow-gold
Which cast its light across the fold,
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Descended, dripping, from a ledge,
Hair, beard and cloak as white a snow.
Cascading droplets to and fro’
As he stepped foot on Tillanho
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“There’s more to this life than a handful of dust”,
Rued the Sage as he shifted his gaze,
And through all Tillanho cast a wintry gust
Sending chills in a shimmering haze.
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