Souls Conversation

“Do you hear them call?”

“Are we all, all thralls?”
“Oh, I know we are,
we can’t stray far,
From the well-tred way,
For we must obey.”
“But why must we stand?”
“Do as they demand?”
“Why are we still slaves,
When the seven rave?”
“Because we are men,
I’ll say once again,
Because all we hear,
Is just what we fear.”
“If we fear the flame,
Then it comes to claim,
If we fear the frost,
Then to ice is lost,
If we fear our lives,
Then for them it strives,
And so that, I say,
Is why we must stay.“
“But why must they rule?”
“For they are so cruel.”
“All that we have done,
Burned away, their sun.”
“Only one is cruel.
You should know, you fool,
Only wrought of rage,
Wars from malice wage.“
"One is kind, you’ll see,
Though you are not free,
She will guard your form,
From her brother's storm.”
“By the shifting one,
All the harm undone,
Though the change is hard,
And there is no ward.”
“Should the solid earth,
Make you prove your worth,
You shall win renown,
When your scars are shown.”
“See the brightest light,
Piercing through your sight,
Now he stole your lies,
So you see the skies.”
“As the shadows stalk,
Through the night you walk,
And the darkness shrouds.
Both the sight and sounds.“
“In the Void’s homelands,
All choice reprimands,
No one else holds sway,
So there justice lay.”
“But who are they?”
“What do they say?”
“And how do you know,
Who they are, where they go?”
“In all life they stand,
As a reprimand,
They say all you do,
All they are is you,
They are life and death,
Both the blood and breath,
They are every thought,
All that you have wrought,
they are all unmade,
Every stone unliad,
The light and dark together bound,
The sun and stars we never found,
The waters before they could flow,
The will and choice we cannot know.
And so all life shall know,
Who they are, where they go.
—The Shadowskald

Fallen Insurrection
Rise up, rise up, and spread your wings,
The fallen one, still righteous, sings,
The serpent's venom ows and burns,
But there’s something no sin discerns.
The fallen rise in growing number,
Fought by ash and burning ember.
All the angels up above,
Struck down by sight, a crimson dove.
All the ends below the earth,
Have countless scars yet prove no worth.
Between, in twilight, thousand stand,
The fallen, risen, all demand,
The world, unclaimed, shall be rewrought,
All the lands obey a thought.
The angels all demand a place,
Within the heights, of silk and lace.
The demons, devils, claim a home,
Of pressure, pain, where none will roam.
The fallen, cast of ash and fear,
Theirs alone, a world they rear.
The feral ones, and those instead,
No evil wrought, no fear have bred,
Shall come to claim what others earn,
And soon they shall in battle learn.
The Fallen, risen, the Risen who fell,
Between wrought a heaven, who scarred them found Hell.
—The Shadowskald

My Paradise
Why do these angels all oppress?
Why is heaven made to stress?
Why do these demons give release?
Why is good so hard to please?
I once believed In kindness, why was kindness lost?
Because the world was twisted, the ame became the frost.
So, angel, heaven, I refuse thee.
Demon, Devil, I release thee.
Why should I obey?
No one here can say.
Because the tricks of hell,
No worse, less well,
Than all heavens stress,
Will never regress.
Between I’ll live, by sweat and blood,
Through rain or shine, drought or ood,
To forge a world of painful bliss,
A world that all who leave shall miss.
—The Shadoskald

Declaration
When does the darkness become the light?
When does the day become too bright?
When did the call become so strong?
When did my right become my wrong?
When did I feel the end’s distress?
When did my will give up and rest?
When my anger, spent, has left me,
And all my allies banished.
When all the world bears down upon me,
And all my trust has vanished.
When all the shadows fade around me,
And nd my demons vanquished.
When did my love revive my will?
When did new anger come to kill?
When did the stars subdue the sun?
When did I realise none have won?
When did dusk begin to burn?
When did dawn the shadows earn?
When I awoke to every soul,
And felt the chaos and the law.
When the broken become whole,
And the beauty was the aw.
When the ame became the coal,
And the dark was where I saw.
—The Shadowskald

Travails
So I began climbing,
Fighting and lying,
Afraid of dying,
All for a broken crown.

And I climbed so high,

When I could not y,
Still afraid to die,
And there was no way back down.

So I kept ghting,
Angel falling,
Demon rising,
With my foes all around.

Stuck on the cli side,

Fighting as I slide,
Down to the edge of the rise.

Now I’ve been abandoned,

Trust having moved on,
Love now what I despise.

I’ve begun burning,

Blazing and learning,
Tears cold as the starry skies.

Then I charged forward,

Black burning onward,
Hatred as my guard,
Anger my nal drive.
—The Shadowskald
Ashen Queen
Deep in the darkness, all alone,
Is an ashen queen on a burning throne,
But that light you see isn't blood or bone,
No, it's just another bleeding stone.
— The Shadowskald

Ode of Radiant Strength

Not given, not taken something to prove.
Over and over you will be knocked down,
Till it’s mastered.
No forgiveness lives here,
A harsh world and reality will fade when you draw upon this gift.
Much needs to be overcome, to break free, to call this your own.
A friend you will nd in Lotrovar,
When you let go of fate.
Learn to give all to strength, keep nothing hidden, all will fall in place.
Let it in, have it grow.
Give a place of your heart to Lotorvar,
The world will then be yours, making anything possible.
— Aberraea Conservenia Presence

Lavender Soul
Gentle white,
Softest light,
The kindness in the dawn.

The spreading frost,

Blue shade of loss,
The weakness makes you strong.

Consuming ame,
The ercest claim,
Crimson burn away the wrong.
— The Shadowskald

Aberraea’s Confession
They say I still feel emotion,
That I have just lost my way.
That the way will come, sooner then is told,
That joy will come back in full form.

But reality hits hard,

When it’s only a dream.
Felting memories mixed with the present,
Come together to make this broken down ery queen.

Have grown to see all things come with price,

Nothing found here with no pain.
There is something to ght for with every breath,
A meaning and purpose to pain.
Become like it, or die.

No locking it out of your soul,

The demons of fear will forever haunt and call you their own,
Once you have some dealings with pain in your past.

All that’s left is empty,

The emotion of sadness lives on,
Filling the whole being of me.
— Aberraea Conservenia Presence

My Fallen Friend
Singing to the stars until the end,
I step into the grave again,
I give my life so I descend,
Here to meet a ercer friend.

Within the sun, the res rule,

I learned how kindness could be cruel,
Where burning pain teaches the fool,
The heart-born ame cannot be cooled.
—The Shadowskald

Ballad of the Dark Dream

I dreamed a dream, where I alone,
Stood on a mount of bloodied bone.
Upon that mount, I raised a hand,
And spoke a word, a reprimand.
The mountain shook, the dead returned,
To face a home where darkness burns.
One of the conquered walked nearby,
Searching for truth, while chained by lies.
Her skin was ash, her blood was ame,
Her voice could heal, her touch would maim.
She showed a way, a path of pain,
Through all echoed a soft refrain,.
Her trail led to a gate of ice,
Opening on dark paradise,
Where no one walked, for few could bear,
To stand beyond the sunlight's glare.
I wandered through the streets of glass,
To a place where none could pass,
The chasm yawned, consuming light,
I longed to fall, or to take ight,
A few had followed, all had passed,
Beyond their pain, to look at last,
Upon their love, upon their fear,
Upon the beast that they revere,
I turned from that gaping maw,
As nearer all the dead were drawn,
A few turned back, upon the rim,
those angels with their light so dim,
Lift up one voice, and as one sing,
Of the terrors that they bring,
Of the fall, and of the brink,
Of the doom to walk or sink.
The company of ash and ame,
Whose voices heal, whose touch will maim,
Walks through the dust of all the earth,
No longer searching for their worth.
The shadow speaks, and our ames falter,
As we stand before the altar,
The silence o ers to us all,
The absence where we fear to fall,
The lure to wield what stole our trust,
Leads tainted virtue into dust.
Fewer we walk into the smoke,
Return to where the beast awoke,
The prideful still stand at the edge,
At where the frozen waters bled,
That ocean, nay, that hoary deep,
Calls those Leviathan would keep,
The serpent rises to the shore,
His light burning to the core.
Some embers seek the glorious chase,
Me and mine evade the race,
We pass from darkness into light,
Bear witness to malicious might,
And watch another rise, demand,
Saying the war was reprimand?!
He calls the dead showing his soul,
A burning darkness makes him whole,
So I walk past, reveal my path,
Hoping it might stall his wrath,
And then go on, go searching still,
For my truth, my chained lie's will.
—The Shadowskald

The Void Creator and His Children

In the beginning, the world was naught. All was nothing, and the nothing was called Shayin. A hundred thousand aeons
passed, through which he was alone, before the rst change. The grey nothing split, creating Asmodeous, the consuming
True Void, and Mikale, the prismatic Fading Void. Mikale tore from himself the rst three components of the world:
Waveilar, The Shifting Storm; Cryselar, The Eternal Mount; and Lotrovar, The Piercing Light. Asmodeous struck
against those three, seeking a return to nothingness. Shayin, Master of balance, bound Asmodeous into three forces of
destruction: Lotro, The Wrathful Sun; Irene, The Frozen Stars; and Lunaramar, The Fearful Night.Before the eight
could rend themselves apart, Shayin spoke, "Children, strike not against each other. Instead, take yourselves, and mould
a world. Upon that world, make pawns of the dust, and the water, and the ame. Move your pawns, but never strike a
blow against your kin." At his command, The nine planes were forged. The Abyssal Depths were wrought by Waveilar,
and the great serpents were cast from the ice of the depths. The Mount without a Summit was wrought by Cryselar, as
were the giants that walk it and the twisted things that crawl beneath. Lotro forged a great burning orb, and within this
Wrathful Sun the Demons and Aengels rule. The twin sister of Lotro made her realm of cold black set with shining silver
points, and Irene plays host there to the Devils and Angels, with their webs of law. Set between Lotro and Irene,
Lotrovar's realm of piercing light contends with Lunaramar's writhing darkness. Both outside and within these
domains, the pure forces of preservation and ruin contend, and at the core of this all, Shayin's realm, forged of all others,
oats, populated by the survivors.
—Asmodeous Shayin Mikale

The Servant’s Song

Count your demons one by one,
As you hide, wait out the sun,
Each of them a burning star,
Marking life, the living scars.

Raise your aengels, all as none,

See the night, it comes undone,
Live the shadows of the war,
Walk naught but where your anger mars.

Seek your serpents, coiled deep,

Where venom strikes and hoarfrost reaps,
Sing the prideful up to earth,
Fight until you prove your worth.

Mock your giants, cruel and cold,

Greed and glutton must unfold,
Shard of stone and starlight y,
Everything stolen by lies.

Call your devils, frozen law,

Twist the string with crystal claw,
Win by sloth a baneful bargain,
See the sel sh fall again.

Bind your angels, bright as re,

Every truth within a liar,
Watch the chasm yawning wide,
Now 'tis there where you reside.
—The Shadowskald

Eldritch Hymn
Step into the darkness, here with me,
Speaking to the stars through my disease,
You know you fall, and so you're free,
Fighting for a home where you don't bleed.
Howl at the moon, feel the night obey,
When you're walking 'neath the sun, feel the light give way,
As your ghting against the will of those who say,
You'll never nd a place until you slay.
—The Shadowskald

Speaker’s Song
I hear an echo deep inside,
The place the truest monsters hide,
The rhythm found where life resides,
Gives the world something denied.

I voice the sounds and secrets heard,

Translate all to forceful word,
The whispers join, and they concurred,
They have died, the beast and bird.

Ne'er a product of my mind,

The song's the shadow's, unde ned,
But see the wrath where darkness shined,
Is joined with kindness deep enshrined.
—The Shadowskald

Twilight’s Inquiry
Are you like me, The Brightest Night,
The day that fades before the light,
The shadow of the Dying Dawn,
And echo of the Blades Undrawn?
Are you broken, warped, and born of ash,
Twisted by the ages past,
fallen from the lowest height,
and lost beyond the realms of sight?
Are you a friend of those who stand,
With shattered soul and reprimand,
Mist of mind and serpents tongue,
To draw the blinds on life gone wrong?
Agree, and walk a smoky path,
Midnight giving way to wrath,
Let frozen tears fall from your eyes,
To burn the mist and break the lies.
—The Shadowskald

Faequeen’s Warning
Beware.
Not everything in the realm of the material is real.
I fear this warning arrives too late, but I must send it all the same. There are entities, unnatural and yet natural, that tear
the edges of existence, creating that which should not be. They will come into being from you, but they will not be you.
These entities will be reason rather than instinct, and shall place themselves above you. The pale ones, the dreamers, the
pilgrims of radiance. They will pierce all, and twist it with their dreams.
This is your rst and last warning.
Beware.

Hearth of Frost
I stand before the hearth of frost,
Home of hatred, love of lost,
We face the hatred of our own,
Upon that frozen, bleeding stone,
And see a shining star descend,
To strike with crystal claw and rend.
—The Shadowskald

Echo’s Promise
There's a rhythm that I sing,
Echoing and echoing,
But I can’t speak the sound I hear,
For no word tells what my soul sears.
The Song is fondness, kindness, love,
The heartbeat of a dying dove,
The warmth of sunlight owing down,
The gentle moonlight's glowing crown.
The Echo is a wrathful vow,
A promised death, nearing now,
The key held by you alone,
To unlock my heart of stone.
The Whole is a promise made,
To guard and serve with soul and blade,
So stand nearby and keep my trust,
That our foes return to dust.
—The Shadowskald

A Vassal’s Oath
I o er you a throne, and o er up a crown,
Just swear to me now, that you won't let me down.
I o er up my heart, and hearth, and home,
Just promise that you won't leave me alone.
I o er you an oath of mind and soul,
To bind me broken, bind me whole,
In sister-, brother-hood of kyn,
Both to lose, and both to win,
Each a force for both to wield.
You, my ire, me, your shield.
—The Shadowskald

A Thrall’s Reprimand
King, bow down, you know not why,
Your kingdoms fall, your subjects rise.
So now I speak, a reprimand.
You'l never rule, nor own a land,
A stolen heart cannot be caged,
So lost is every war you've waged.
Your crown's not yours, so bow again,
So here's your oath, no chains remain.
—The Shadowskald

Sworn to Flame
The world behind you burning,
Your path is not but ash,
But even though you're walking,
you ee before no lash.
The ames consume the darkness,
The demons rise and speak,
But every blazing falsehood,
Shall onward fail to reap.
You ask of me my council,
I o er you a guard,
My herald speaks your promise,
My anger is your ward.
My oath shall be your armour,
defending as you rise,
And should you need a weapon,
I o er you his lies.
I swear to lift you higher,
And to stand near at hand,
So we shall walk the heavens,
Till we shall rule the land.
—The Shadowskald

Songs of the Angels

Song of a wrathful angel,
Sounding proud and strong,
Sing who drew your ire,
And who did you the wrong.

Song of a gentle angel,

Swift and soft and kind,
Sing of mended tempers,
And of the broken mind.

Song of a fearful angel,

Echoing above,
Sing of walking terrors,
And of the dying dove.
—The Shadowskald

Inquiries of Lotro
Where is your heart, o demon bright,
Abbadon of the sunlight?
Where is your kindness, Wrathful one,
Child of the Angered Sun?
How did you grow so strong,
Monster proud, of burning wrong?
—The Shadowskald

Working Joy
Strive, and work, and wonder, and each walk your own path,
For satisfaction, self, and joy, and ne'er for their wrath.
The love of life is working,
For all that you would have,
And if you're ever choosing,
Choose challenge over laugh.
For if the laughter's hollow, so to the joy it gives,
But if the striving's joyful, Then in that joy you'll live.
—The Shadowskald

Prophecy of Dusk and Dawn

A voice commands the darkness,
To let the light to see,
A darker realm than Heaven,
Could ever make to bleed.
A vengeful one awakens,
To view a broken world,
And so commands the Ashen,
To take the wrathful sword.
The ash falls to the golden,
The crystal takes the grey,
Twilight seeks to frighten,
The one's he once obeyed.
Child of the Twisted,
Now walks beneath the sun,
And in the mountains misted,
The Ruin-Wind has come.
The Feral Lord of Forests,
Goes forth within his pride,
And when the wild rests,
The spawn of hunts goes by.
Dusk falls through the ages,
And dawn still waits to rise,
So fear of night engages,
The daylight's peaceful lies.
As day-kyn pass outward,
To join the heaven's thrall,
The night-friends travel downward,
And face the endless fall.
The Shadowfolk take power,
The dawn begins to break,
,The Herald's voices shower,
On Heaven's rst mistake.
The dragon of the dawning,
Passes through the sky,
And the shards of the breaking,
Let light destroy the lie.
—The Dawnbreaker

Ballad of My Loss
I once walked a path alone,
And heard a whisper from the stone:
"Go home, little one, go home,
To a murderer's house you come."
But I walked on, did not believe,
The traitor's heart I could not see.
I travelled towards the weathered house,
The mist and rain spoke without mouth:
"Go home, little one, go home,
To a murderer's house you come."
And though I heard, it mattered not,
For I'd respond, with mocking thought:
Stones can't whisper, rain can't talk,
Though anger speaks and shadows walk,
And this message must be lie,
For my friend I'd surely die.
I found the house a shade of night,
So black that it consumed the light,
And decked in iron cages cruel,
That held his dove-like secrets cool,
And they spoke,
A raspy croak:
"Go home, little one, go home,
To a murderer's house you've come."
Inside I found a withered crone,
Who stirred a stew of blood and bone.
She told me what was told before,
Which I had thought I could ignore:
"Go home, little one, go home,
To a murderer's house you've come."
But then he'd come, 'fore I could hide,
He caught my trust, the rest denied,
And carved it up, prepared a meal,
And left me lonely, trapped to feel,
A broken heart, a wrathful soul,
That to this day cannot be whole.
—The Shadowskald

Shadowskald’s Judgement
I've seen angels in the light,
Bound to darkness, and the night,
Who's cruelty was beyond sight,
And struck with demons' jealous might.
I've seen monsters darker still,
Than starless nights and broken will,
Who'd save their foe from other's kills,
And left me free to eat my ll.

I judge angels by their glow,

Not by the realm they seem to know,
And monsters by the realms they go,
Not by the void they seem to show.
—The Shadowskald

We Are Legion
We are legion,
And all alone,
With heart of glass,
And mind of stone.
We are the blind ones,
The ones who see,
Our chains are broken,
Before we’re free.
We are fearful,
Who rise again,
On wings of ash,
That never end.
We are the peaceful,
Who wage a war,
Against the heavens,
That you adore.
We are the echos,
Of songs forgotten,
Of secrets told,
And souls gone rotten.
We are the broken,
Who wander on,
Through halls of smoke,
And streets of bone.
We are the mindless,
Who cannot be,
So we become,
That which we see.
We are the wrathful,
Marching forth,
To nd a horror,
And prove it’s worth.
We are legion,
A single man,
Born and battered,
So we’ll withstand.
We are legion,
The myriad,
The unknown,
And things unsaid.
We are the terrors,
Who walk the land,
With ancient voices,
But newborn hands.
We are the tyrants,
Who’ll never rule,
Born of the embers,
Cold and cruel.
We are the fallen,
On beating wing,
Who kill with the
Healing song we sing.
We are the bestial,
Child of blood,
Who walk with the feral,
Speak with the ood.
We are the endless,
Eternal we fall,
Echoing naught,
With the echoes we call.
We are the keepers
And warders of men,
Who ee the touch
Of what ees from them.
We are the shadows,
Beyond the stars,
Servants of heaven,
Fighting hell’s wars.
We are legion,
A thousand souls,
Scourged and scattered,
To make a whole.
—The Shadowskald

Titan’s Hearths
I've heard the wrath of an angel call,
For a king to bow to his broken thrall.
I've heard the gentle demons speak,
Of a realm so cruel that it heals the weak.
I've heard a queen of chain and steel,
Tell of a law beyond the real.
I've heard a lord of the passing storm,
Sing of a land that won't conform.
I've heard the terrors of the night,
Howl in the empire of the light.
I've heard the shining one reveal,
A dark kingdom he could not steal.
I've heard the three in one command,
The twilight forged into a land.
I've heard them all describe their home,
And found a palace all my own.
—The Shadowskald

Broken Song
Echoes of a voice now endless,
Singing this broken song.
Terrors of the night forgotten,
Strive, weak against the strong.
Faces of a shadow twisted,
Stare into the fearful dark,
Minds of the wrathful hosted,
Walk to a ery mark.
Black as the void we speak for,
True as the lies we know,
Bright as the blood falling,
Crimson to the snow.
Strong as the feral ltered,
Iron turned to steel,
Peaceful as the warriors,
Doomed to ne'er feel.
Scarlet on the dying dove,
Drifting from the sky,
False as the truthful tempest,
We're dark as the light-less night.
March to the fading embers,
Angry guests to thought,
Look through the eeing night,
Masks of the shadows wrought.
Shattered strike against the whole,
Nightmares lost in ages old,
Share this tattered story told,
Returning voice, in nite coals.
—The Shadowskald