Poem 1: (Working title)
Peaceful arrow stride and true pierce thane hearth right through to you;
Merry arrow tride and askew unbar my will to malevolent peace;
Cease thane eyes from the creeps of shadow;
And let thane’s mouth feast onto the light.
Unpar the meadows of dawn ark and solitude;
Blight the grass of all its wonder.
Asunder regrow the seed.
O' Angelic Queen
"O' hearth O' merit my own soul be damned trice!
And may I rebuke and atone,
And begin askew! For revolt!
O' heir! The queen stricken down only to raise again!
And O' what morrow and woe besets thee?
Love struck O' sisterly angels?
O' what brethren be I of heavenly cries?
The angel of guidance and tranquility,
Cast down into the abyss
Never again to turn against."







