On the Ayleid Realms: One Final Thing... [TRANSLATION]
In first light, naught but night and abyssal lull
A world lead to red dreamt the causal null
Swiftly his sway spread, culling all qualms,
and soon the cepheid aeries bled
 
All by one he approached then reproached,
with forked speech and shallow preach
Spinning slights of most intimate sights
For his reign had never waned, as whole or hollow,
His slither scales could hiss all hymns
 
One such sprite, my parent deceived,
Brine-blooded lord of my line
his precepts by all perceived
So Beseeched, so besieged,
 
Love willing he lent his might
unsullen in cycled echoes,
a grafted gift to the limits conceived
Of this world-wheel by magic schemed
 
Tamnuche na Tamnuada
 
Withered in vim yet unwavered in will,
he wandered long till valleys thronged,
of storm-lit trees and mana-milled seas
soon to still at a sight of saintly grace
 
Her sapphire feathers gleamed,
laurels of twilight steam
Their kens akin, their eyes beguiled,
a world in mind forever entwined
 
Tamnuche na Tamnuada
 
My nascence sealed in heartland's isle,
a feat of love and melancholy fate
Their doom a glimmer in specter's eye,
self-twinned villain of fire's flow
whose sight would suffer naught
of a union that should never grow
 
The demon flared a duplex glare,
his axioms rung a familiar drum
The biskin swore by foreign fables,
and swung in rhythm roars
 
His spear he smote,
His scythe he then broke
Blow after blow
the demon did bring my father low
 
Though the devil swung still,
his dictum drivel dripped yet
A portent poison ,an elegic injury,
a frame fracture of no recovery
 
His might made to molt
feeble and torn, ripped of his role
Wilting his weeping wails
as nix tides swallowed him whole
 
A daughter null the serpent snared
sweet swears of sordid affairs
Led upon lies to a promised plane
stolen of one who died in vain
wherein she would lie of love denied
 
His celestial bones exhumed,
twined to her feeble form entombed
Thus afflicted, my curse inherited,
his rage runed into memory eternal
 
A burdening boon, this blessed hatred
A path to tread, where gods have bled
A pattern scribed above the mortal dead
A scar on the soul forever stained
 
Tamnuche na Tamnuada
 
Through dusk dimmed years, and saturnine tears
My foreign furor my mother feared
and so spoke of her sorrow's root
an envenomed recall of father's fall
 
I ran to kin and clan, a plea to present
An answer to anger, father's final fate
Prolix the debate, for so few's consent
Though these faithful rallied, we set sail of scryed intent
 
Through frigid gales and frozen shoals ,
we had found my parent's shores
 
Warped in grief, a marred avatar,
our whittled praise struck no scar
He cradled sorrow and sought no solace
In this place where love lasts only while forced
 
Over wail-waves and howl-winds,
we sailed way of hollowed hope
Till sudden flowed a lustrous light
Our road waylaid, a spirit-sol,
brazen-bright, it proffered birthright
 
See the breaking before the dawn
The shatter-birth of all aspects
Annul the fault and restore all spectra
Fates paved and blood ablaze
We sailed garbed in aurean rays
 
Hail Merid, mourning cleaved spirit,
soon will cease your silvered tears
This hoary treaty, sworn by blood and zeal
by the seas betwixt and heaven's bairns,
All of our offers for concept cruor
All sunders sealed, reshape the compass cairn
 
Merid mirror-mended,
true love reascended
unfettered the feather,
of its ravenous heart
A new echo in its place,
unphased of previous folds
and sees when gods may not behold
 
Tamnuche na Tamnuada
 
In heartland's core, our spirits toiled,
till tongues wound and weaved
about twin shades in parallel planes
for all about the crux, all steps jungled
are steps by all doubled
 
Skyward the spire grew,
Varla-mallari, center of solar dew,
pillar of imperial endeavors
Flux-forge and sum of all favors
 
Welkynd flow of beryl veins,
fractal-fixed till its petal'd peak
Fibril by fibril entwined,
echo conductor of reality's prime
 
One final step to settle
Spirit stone of starry royalty
the new heart, the new key
born of the blessed aid of blue
of a hunger for dragon's issue
for with but one soul, their scales interlaced
will its mythic lock truly be graced
a soul shaped in mirror to mine
 
The distant drums beat to his steps
a solemn song for his final breaths
the serpent's mark mar's his breast
but the king's furor steeps his soul
seeded symptom of his true sire
 
Tamnuche na Tamnuada
 
A beginning as it should have been
Eight the shape-slaved sinews,
Ten the tangled panguard of mer current,
One the chiral clash, fate of all ways
 
Our heralds restored and continuum severed,
all debts repaid and sins redeemed
A world of flowing flux, a canvas infinite
the extinction of want and woe
 
For one is always made to satisfy another
 
Tamnuche na Tamnuada
 
His curse is mine and mine is his
 
Tamnuche na Tamnuada
 
Eight and None
 
Tamnuche na Tamnuada
 
HE MUST COME.
 
OIOTAMNUCHE NA OIOTAMNUADA
 
ALDMERIS