10.16.2015

Twelve Types

it is addressed thusly:
Odes.
it reads:
When at last on all sides hard pressed
Stanislav Wartzen gathered to a greatness

Little Raeleen Fontaine is more than she seems
Her life - a shame - was the substance of dreams

The maker of troubles unheeded - first and last for herself
Rose Red timely plucked, needed saving from no one else

Having forgotten more, true or false, than any other had known
Arkham Charon swore revenge, but instead was called home

Clever fingers spin, remember pain, remember bliss
Elizabeth Richardsenn, ever jealous as her God is

As calm as empty skies, bearing Heaven's Mandate
Jurai Nakamoto, without eyes saw the end of fate

Thinks not as he seems, though not this he understands
Gad Gettrick dreams, though the power is in his hands

Lance Richardsenn of stature great, no harm wrought
Not to man nor machine, the weight of glory he sought

Toranchless, once-god of thunder, regained his crown
And for both glory and love, again cast it down

Mary-Elaine troubled the waters, when love bore her fury
First among Caspar's daughters, once bound, now free.

Master of the stars, living on though he is long dead
Baltasar could escape all, but never escape his head

A machine of God, sent to judge his contest for Men
Warden unseen, Doex -- impartial to the End.

1 comment:

  1. "A machine of God, sent to judge his contest for Men
    Warden unseen, Doex -- impartial to the End."

    Soothing to the soul.

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