Tag: fantasy
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King’s Death
Cat eye infection colour moon defiant, druid-pleasing, in a flambeau-strewn aethyr Rune-imbued blades made from rocks rained during sky raids erase, per their faith Old king’s graven name His face sighting death barely fights Barely draws breath as he drains Crown which he tasted seem’d had only traced his brow a moment ago Unravelling regal…
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BOCCACIO SCENES
Hedgerow ceremony, held in edgeland behind lover-planted meadows Woodwose-attended Woodland wedding see the Huntsman’s wife wedded Princess who divorced wedded husband removing her hennin for a headman stole her heart ahorse.
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Chronicles of the Dusk Ages IV – Last Charge of the Ferrathian Glyders
They told no one their name that was not of their tribe It was I who slyly bribed their scribe, he saw I was not a rival but a learned man He could not speak it but took pen in hand and wrote it there on the animal-candied margin banding his annals Ferrathians of the…
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Chronicles of the Dusk Ages III – Beliefs and Customs of Feathermen
Virididerms with drawn faces from places you and I cannot place on any map Their mountains formed by ruins marking our world’s devastation They believe in diminutive elder races, first to walk the face of the earth Their faces were turned from Sol, they never returned from their subterrene halls Beneath the mounds, centuries sleeping,…
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Chronicles of the Dusk Ages II – The Gleoman’s Story
They tell campfire stories of Noah Huzzar on his barded silver, Tintreachcogadh His quiet mountain home abode of ranging men, demesne of crop-dependents Depended on his protection Elected Lictor, his visored helm’s image fixture on every household altar His grand manse flanked by grated covers and lion gates Peasants, peons, freemen and serfs prayed to…
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Chronicles of the Dusk Ages I – Ends of Earth Prior to Earth’s End
A moment to consider perception in our conception of our origins Convex time mirror distorts an eye’s intake, slakes only a beholder’s tastes If there was ever a snake it lived there in the neck’s nape, changing all we see into a reflection of our obsessions Stimulated by lights from rising lanterns we have forgotten…
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Hand of the Autarch
Flower of many petals peeled by my hand I remove books from church canons With gauntleted hands I carve glyphs drawing rifts between planets I have ridden strange axes through black places At collapsing dwarves oversaw phasing deaths of galaxies like galleys vast-masted reduced to flotsam by fantasy weapons.
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Model Not Territory
Ptolemy’s model followed geocentric principles Earth as sun centre around which spheres rotate uniformly as ships in typhoons, along circles split like zodiac glyphs At the epicentre the sun housing the earth Divinely plotted prescribed orbits to fit solar alignments are called deferents These are fenced and intersected by smaller circular orbits called epicycles By…
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Eastern Dreams of Sand-Strewn Elysium
Near the eyrie of a minaret from where mage-capped ziggurats are miniscule Teacher pupil school: Fisher hauls in his net His son grabs one end to help A hundred mackerel a cast eye assumes. Up here flies zooming like flying carpets, city rotting carapace of a dog carcass Catacombs to ark ever-mounting bones resemble halls…