Scarlet Dreams 

 

The blood, she runs,

The anger, she burns,

The love, she smoulders,

The passion, she bleeds,

The Will, she forms.

 

All of these form the Scarlet,

All and much more, does the Scarlet breathe.

Passion is her ploy, passion is her key.

She loves strongly, and she hates just as strongly.

Her Will guides her in her path, always there, the light ahead.

 

In combat, she is strong.

In love, she is fierce.

In Order, she is loyal.

In life, she is ardent.

And death, she never fears.

 

Her role is never finished,

Her goals never end,

Each dawn brings new life to her.

Each eve breathes new energy

She lives, she breathes, and she loves.

 

 

Worship 

 

To one so small, it seems so large.

To one so ignorant, it seems a mighty task.

To open one's heart to a being so great.

To follow and believe in something beyond oneself.

A daunting task, but one oft rife with reward.

 

There is the love,

There is the hope,

The friends,

The lovers,

And Them.

 

To love Someone so great is a blessing

To worship Them a wonderful feat,

To behold a Presence so great,

To stand in Their influence,

And bask in Their glory.

 

 

Agony 

 

We are mortal,

We are imperfect,

We fail,

We fall,

And we pick ourselves back up.

 

There comes a time, 

In every Beloved's life,

That they fail a task.

We are fallible.

And to fail is agony.

 

Maybe from other sources,

But oft I have found,

The agony of failure comes from within.

To fail a Being so Great,

This is agony.

 

 

Remembrance 

 

Time moves on,

Time dulls pain,

Time brings closure,

Time alters memories,

Or so they say.

 

There is a person I remember,

A person many of us recall.

A person who loved us,

And we loved in return.

A very special person.

 

A name we whisper in the dark,

A name we're afraid to utter aloud,

A name which brings us pain, 

And a bitter-sweet taste to our mouths.

A name we once forgot.

 

As we, as I, reflect,

We all have found things,

Ways we could have prevented,

Actions we could have taken,

Words we could have spoken,

But the past is just that.

 

So now, our lives yet still tinged,

With a sadness that time has yet to dull,

We celebrate her name, 

We remember what she gave to us,

We cherish the gifts she bestowed upon us,

Each and every day.

 

 

The Myriad of Beloved 

 

The Beloved are mighty,

We are many,

We are diverse,

We are strong,

And we are family.

 

Beloved hail from every path in life,

Some from far-away cities,

Some from Orders we fight,

Others from communes, both dark and light.

And some have only ever known the Beloved.

 

There are a great many paths to take,

Each and every Will is different,

One's Will will not be the next person's.

Nor should it be.

The Beloved house many people.

 

There are fighters, strong and mighty,

They protect the Beloved with their blood.

There are the scholars, wise and bright,

They protect the Beloved with quill and parchment.

There are the artists, the hunters, and many without label.

 

Together we form this family,

A myriad of people, of mortals banded together.

And despite our many differences, 

Our separate Wills and paths,

We all band together under Them.

 

 

Understanding Ivory 

 

There was a time,

When I was young,

That passion ruled my being,

That anger, hate and fear ruled my mind.

That peace was ever out of my reach.

 

And so I was taught, 

To embrace peace.

But words are just that.

So I tried, and I tried.

To temper my passion with peace.

 

To this day, I struggle to understand,

What peace really means, how to embrace it.

I look to those of Ivory as examples.

It seems so foreign a concept,

To understand Ivory.

 

So one day, I hope,

I can truly understand Ivory.

I believe I am learning,

But it shall be an uphill battle.

To temper my Scarlet with Ivory.

 

 

Elusive Balance 

 

I have oft been told,

To keep my calm,

To find my balance,

To temper my passion,

With peace and Ivory.

 

Balance, to me,

Is a hard concept.

When I know only passion,

I know only the thrill of it,

Where does peace fit in?

 

I've been afraid,

If I embrace peace, 

That I may lose my passion.

I'm unsure if it works like such,

But it scares me nonetheless.

 

Voidcopper is balance,

And I look to them with mixed feelings,

A touch of envy, and a healthy dose of awe.

How do they do it?

How can one achieve balance so well?

 

I'm told it's a process, like any other.

But how does one start the process?

I struggle to understand,

How can I balance my Scarlet,

With Ivory, peace and calm?

 

 

True Will 

 

Will is a beautiful thing,

It's your destiny, that you decide.

It's your fate, that you divine.

A path in life you deeply love,

A journey only you can take.

 

Every Will is different,

And each Will is special.

No Will is greater than the other,

Each and every Will deserves respect.

A True Will is never wrong.

 

Your passion, your love,

Your hopes and dreams,

All are a part of your Will.

Will is what drives you.

Will is your life's goal, and the path to it.

 

Beloved 

 

Beloved is a term of endearment,

A term one uses for a loved one.

A cherished person in your life.

A sign of love, love not taken lightly.

So why are we called Beloved?

 

Because we are loved.

We are Beloved to the Lord and Lady,

We are Beloved to each other,

We are Beloved because we cherish love and Will.

We are Beloved.