Shadows' Flight
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Under shelt'ring trees
Feather brushes black feather
Restless in the light

Sun's path spans the sky
Gliding soft o'er the Basin
In pursuit of Night

Bright silken sunrays
Weave a joyous tapestry
Through the radiant air

Fading streamers gleam
Amidst spun tendrils of dusk
Bringing night to bear

Burst of onyx black
Caws His invitation high
Crow of Ebon Might

Dark murders respond
Erupting through wyrden leaves
Shadows' sweeping flight

Shadows' Fall
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Sunlight streams bright through the trees, liquid sparks
dancing over wyrd-veined leaves, stark repose
of forest slumb'ring under darkened arcs
and radiant ribbons tracing gnarled hollows

As Father Sun descends upon the heights
of Razines capped in shrouds of purest snow
his visage gilds the surface of chaste whites
and bestows upon it a resplendent glow

Yet his warm splendour must as always bow
before the star-strewn skirts Night, bewitched
as shadows deepen 'neath each curved tree-bough
warp through weft a twilit tapestry stitched

The darkened forest stirs as shadows fall,
and whispers of the wyrd released from thrall.

Shadows of the Wyrd
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A lone rose unfurls above the mulch;
petals wrought of silk and shadow frame
a haunting beauty fit to seduce mortal minds
to madness. She spreads her sleek allure,
and quivers enticement 'midst the plangent dark.

A lone crow lofts high over the gloombound gulch,
pursues the prey, talons poised to rend and maim
above murmurs of somnolent streams, choked in vines
and stifled with shadow rendered in bleak azure,
stained crimson as death strikes 'neath the dark.

A lone spider poises athwart her finespun web,
each strand a dire augury, premature demise
cast in threads of shadow caught in complex weave,
and scribed in masterly snares that bewilder and entrap
witless prey that meander blindly through the dark.

A lone deer bends low to lap at river's ebb,
thrusts upright, and shivers gauntly as the skies
blanch pitch-black with inky forms that cleave
the air with squalid wing and caw; a final snap
incites hooves to flurried flight into the dark.

Shadow pools in homage, draping branch and bough,
veils Night's faithful, and shrouds the wings of Crow
gives life to the wyrden Drums that pulse and sing
with the eerie lifebeat of the Glomdoring.