Disqueting thought
Brings a chill into the air,
Heavy with deceit.
The snow does not fall,
and in deeply dug channels,
Ice water trickles.
Errors of the great,
Which the small must wash away...
Drop by crimson drop.
Life-giving raindrops
Cannot hope to quench the thirst
Of the fallen trees.
Understanding not,
The mind may seize strange notions,
Vague shadows of dread.
Nothing like a joke,
To cheer up a worried friend,
If that's the purpose.
The weather changes,
and the wind blows from the south,
Bearing smoke from Vos.
Secrets will get out.
No door can keep them hidden,
When somebody knows.
Another sunrise.
The dreaded day creeps closer...
Look the other way.
One glassy optic,
With a bright and cheerful gleam!
How can we help you?
Alone with his thoughts,
The thoughts which he may not own,
What's his burning need?
Burning, consuming,
An ocean can not quench them,
The fires blaze within.
A fire, extinguished,
Still smolders within embers,
Ready to burst forth.
She swore to return,
And she has made good the vow,
But how can this be?
Faces forgotten,
Names left among the living,
The land of the dead.
Lost to the Microns,
But feared by Seeker guardsmen...
The ghosts of the mines.
What is that flower,
That blooms so bright in winter?
It was called Fort Scyk.
Look in the mirror.
What do we see, looking back?
Who can ever know?
Determination.
The bold chart their destiny,
Steering Fortune's wheel.
Laugh now, Overcast.
In the shadows below you,
A stronger storm grows!
Many yarns have crossed,
But the half-knitted pattern
Remains incomplete.