whimsicalobservant

Fore five and twenty winters now

And I'd feared I'd been too late

Buried you neath my cloak of snow

And bid you there to stay and wait

But spring has come and from the ground

A sprout has reached towards the light

And even though you spoke no sound

A glimpse of you has left the night

Now the circle, once torn through

Mind, by no fault of your own

Can mend itself, begin anew

And make you reap what it has sown

Distant daughter, you know the land

The sky, the roads, from south to north

The in-betweens of ash and sand

And deepest of all, me, the fourth

Thus go and search one single place

That which you've hidden is the key

That which sees, you can't erase

And kept you long from being free

The first in deepest slumber rouse

The next where hill nor sky remain

The third where, too, the moon is doused

The fourth deep in midst of my domain

Be guided by these secrets thine

Leave your lungs and have no fear

And go where I keep the treasures mine

I will be there, my daughter dear

For you, I know that which you seek

Kept it safe within my chest

Come to me and I shall speak

You deserve to know the rest

And those who'd search beneath the white

Who for love nor life would never yield

Who know not peace to ease their blight

Shan't get to mine that I shall shield

Far in deepest sands
Almost buried a tower stands
A tower made of stone
Crystal glass and bleached bone
A hundred stories high

Legend of the tower tell
Of a people which once rose and fell
Before their death they took their power
And sealed it all within the tower
Long before Beladi reign

A thousand years have come and gone
Greatest deeds have since been done
But no matter where the thieves have crept
The tower all its secrets kept
Along their drying husks

Sometimes when the sun grows dim
A traveller comes and brings with him
A desert rose, a gear, a star
Stories and tales from way and far
And whispers of the tower

They walk into the riddler’s den
Never to be seen again
Like oh so many done before
And after them will many more
To catch at least a glimpse

Of who buried riches wants to claim
Only skull and bones remain
Of those called no single thread
Legend tells they are not dead
But welcomed into the tower

The storm subsides
The mass divides
A traveler comes from the sands
Battered, weary, and in their hands
A bloodied desert rose

Feverish they tell their tale
Succeeded where others failed
Ventured through the halls of stone
Crystal glass and bleached bone
And came across no soul

From the light into the dark
Dared not to light a spark
Straight paths curling through themselves
And in between a thousand shelves
Every deed which had been done

Parchment, paper, leather, hide
Words in reddest ink inside
From the first dawn til today
But the silent halls betray
Only the chosen remain unscarred

Their last words are of bronze rings
Etched markings and other things
It spins around a sun of glass
A model of the planet’s path
Made to show and teach the called

Kelehëu’s tower is its name
And like moths to nightly flame
It draws the greedy of any kind
Some are killed, but the knowing find
Admittance to the tower

Altes Land, bedeckt von Bäumen
Von Hügeln, Flüssen, Schienen
Die von Stahl gezähmt den Menschen nun dienen
Und des Nachts Vergangenes träumen

Vergessen die Mythen, vergessen die Riten
Vergessen was sie einst von hier trieb
Was seit Urzeiten hier war und hier auch blieb
Diese Wesen die über den Nachtwald gebieten

Kreaturen schön wie auch fürchterlich
Einst angebetet, nun nicht mehr
Der Menschen Glaube wandelte sich sehr
Doch sie und das Land erinnern sich

Das Land träumt, und unter Sternen und Mond
Stehn gespenstische Gräser und Wälder
Wo unter der Sonne sind Straßen und Felder
Gib acht, denn sie sind nicht unbewohnt

Und gib acht, sonst trittst du hinüber
In dieses geträumte Gespensterreich
Und bist du dort, dann ist es gleich
Denn niemand kehrt je von dort wieder

As little girl by Nanna’s knee
One sister by the other, the third one on her lap
These gilded evenings, filled with glee
Like aunts and pops, we listened, rapt
And Nanna said, he waits

She was old then, now even more
Of a long passed time, full of its tales
And even older, of a distant shore
With ribbons curlling in its gales
And Nanna said, he waits

My sister, with her head for dreams
Said, waits he for a maiden fair?
Smiling like the sun’s bright beams
A feather step, with Rapunzel’s hair?
And Nanna said, he waits

My sister, with her head for gears
Said, how do the roofs still stand?
If the wind howls and never clears
How are they not long since sand?
And Nanna said, he waits

Aunts and pops, when they were small
Asked their questons, long since lost
Just Nanna still remembers all
Who of us knows the most?
And Nanna said, he waits

Across the woods and sand and sea
To where the gifted and the haunted flee
Where steel and magic, side by side
Draw thought and wonder to collide

There lies great Kiliskalea

Machines and sorcery, foes since old
Since times unremembered, as truth been told
Like night and day, like sea and ground
With no connection to be found

And yet exists Kiliskalea

But dusk and dawn, like shore and tide
Stand between, cross the divide
Are the bridge where opposites touch
Take a first step beyond the grudge

And gave birth to Kiliskalea

This city in the evening sun
To where all streets and rivers run
Its glow shines far into the night
From days afar you see its light

Oh, radiant Kiliskalea

It beams and shines eternal day
What lies beneath, no words may say
What lies beneath the sea of chains
Pulleys, pistons, gear refrains

Of marvellous Kiliskalea

For down below, there is no spark
Only infinite blinding, soothing dark
That grasps into the cold hard steel
And turns and moves its every wheel

And beats the heart of Kiliskalea

While mind weaves magic into form
To see a cloud and make a storm
Turn ice to wood, and flesh to stone
Never to reap what it has sown

In glorious Kiliskalea

A craft without masters but curious fools
Wh bend existence to uncover its rules
To try and make sense of its symbols and lines
To one day move beyond its current confines

For a grander Kiliskalea

And steel rose from within its core
It ruled the depths and wanted more
To reach high up and touch the sky
To spread its wings and soar and fly

Sang the Steel of Kiliskalea

And magic seeped into the inbetween
Slow and silent, where it was not seen
A delirious embrace of both love and hate
And a thirst for power, hopeless to sate

Breathed the Magic of Kiliskalea

Thus they raged, torn and entwined
And by their moves and grasps combined
They danced until the seasons turned
Until they could no more, and the city burned

And only ash remained of Kiliskalea

Of the City of Wonders, nothing remains
And with time, the wild took the plains
Farmsteads in ruins, deep beneath the waves
Or between the roots, they all are graves

But who mourns Kiliskalea?

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