Divinity of Life

Sweetly sighing,
Gentle singing,
A voice raised in timeless Hope,
Winter's relentless fury,
Spring's rebirth from its frosty sleep,
Summer's sun shines brings warmth and growth to us all,
Autumn's harvest, gathering, pondering, as winter barrels down upon us
again,
A cycle that is never ending,
Sweetly simple,
Renewed by the hand of Lady Lleis.

Gnawing in fear,
Pouncing unknowing prey,
A primal rage beats within my heart,
Survival running restlessly through my heavy feet,
A hunt for necessity,
A hunt for food,
A hunt for joy,
The pure joy of the hunt curses through all our veins,
Those who are hunters will one day become the hunted,
As is the way of the hunt,
A huntress delight is apart of me,
The hunt is given to us by the hand of Lord Haern.

Slowly draining,
Endless aging,
Death silently comes for us all,
It creeps slowly,
It comes swiftly,
Justice laid out before us as it approaches,
Our deeds tell our tale,
But death doesn't care,
Death is an absolution,
It comes for all who walk within the cycle of life,
As death is granted by the hand of Lord Dhar,
In turn we are reborn through the hand of Lady Lleis.

Endless dreaming,
Swirling pictures,
To dream is perchance to be,
Surrendering to our unconscious desires,
Brought out as we concede to sleep,
Knowledge seeps through our souls as we sleep,
Showing us things our wakeful selves could not see,
Dreams having been gifted to us by the hand of Lady Omei.

Softly whispers,
Gentle touch,
Creativity brushes against us by Muse's touch,
Inspiration whispered into our ear,
Bringing forth artistic avenues for us mere mortals,
Even in disorder can inspiration bring to us,
Quills scratching parchment,
Paint brushes stroke blank canvas,
Colors mixed,
Words spoken in rhyme,
All brought to us by the hand of Lady Iosyne.

Walk in Hope,

~Elwyn~

Penned by my hand on the 21st of Midsummer, in the year 265 MA.