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Poems from Stories by KainCrow(Currently 11 poems)
« on: November 03, 2009, 08:50:02 AM »
As I am not sure whether my stories are fit to be posted (too much dying people..), I am posting poems from the stories I have written. I will post more as soon as I translate them into English..
Oh, BTW..
[Story title_Subtitle/chapter title_-_the poem's title]

1. [Crow_The Crimson Eyed Assassin]
   Friendship of the Extremes
   Saga of the Darkness (Song)
   The Seven Graces * Part I
   The Seven Graces * Part II

2. [Saga of Rarl'en_The Polaris]
        Saga of Rarl'en - Prologue (Prophecy), a.k.a. Saga of the Transcendent
        Saga of Rarl'en - Story (Prophecy), a.k.a. Saga of the Transcendent
        Saga of Rarl'en_The Polaris_-_The Transcendent and the Bard (Song)
        Saga of Rarl'en_The Polaris_-_Lar Elain (song) -a.k.a. the Labyrinth of Eternity, Winter, and Memory
   ......Rest currently in translation process

        Prophecy for search (oracle)
        Sword, Flower and Shadow (Cipher by metaphor)

1. [Crow]
[Crow_The Crimson Eyed Assassin_-_Departure]

A broken winged one lies on the earth,
A broken sword stands on the ground.
Sadness lies on an Angel's wings,
Or a Devil's wings, no one knows.

The broken wings mend themselves,
The broken sword, reforged and shines.
Time passed, but old wounds of sadness,
Never healed, but widened, deepened.

Tone of Darkness hides one's wounds,
Bur 'tis no cure, wounds exist.
Sadness might be a longer runner,
But Hatred is strong- 'Tis covering Sorrow.

Dying one's heir might hide oneself,
But one is what one is -
Knowing it, dead, and reborn as the son of a dear one,
Happy as ever, healing the wounds of the dear.

No love let one love, No one called one dear,
Onely he, who called the one dear,
Be a light for the one who hides inside frozen tomb,
Wake, see none but a dear one for the one.

One's love never fades,
But he never has confidence with him,
Doubt Oneself, lost in maze,
Art thou worthy o' th' love o' th' dear one?

Uncertainity lies, over his wings, -
Oh, and never fade -
So long, oh my dear,
There, he's gone, who'll never return.

This poem is supposed to be at the near end of the story, but the scene was deleted after 3rd edition of the story.. Well, for my self anyway, I never showed or told about my stories's plot to anyone. I think next one to be translated is also from same story, Crow, but will take few days. Just tell me how it is..

Alright, the second one added.. Thanks to CrescentFox for correcting grammatical mistakes.

[Crow_The Crimson Eyed Assassin_-_Friendship of the Extremes]

Oh, an angel's wings,
For the demons, 'tis to take their life,
An angel's wings, flapping sounds,
To knock the door, of an ever-frozen world.

Frozen, from innocent Edelweiss,
To beautiful birds singing songs of the day,
With rainbow-coloured butterflies and bees,
All, frozen, in an ever-lasting silence.

Flaps, wings stirred,
The chill air of this field may freeze your mind,
Never stop, the angel whispers,
Then flies away in a hurry, to move on.

The azure sun covers the clear white sky,
Thin frost over the angel's wings,
Clasps the angel among frozen things,
Eerie blue light dances around crystalised ones.

Desperate for help,
The angel whispers to them,
Let me go, the souls be held,
Stir the wings, to remain unfrozen.

The ever-frozen world,
of the demons abandoned hell,
seek power, and only power,
The desperate angel, deep in worries.

Eerie calmness scares him,
Nothing moves around the angel,
Soundless, too quiet,
The frightened angel, seeks for help.

Sudden blasts heard afar,
The angel embraces himself to hold,
The explosions, clashing of swords,
A little shadow approaches, muttering to itself.

The hooded child stirs,
Surprised to see an angel half frozen,
Sighs, and speaks to the angel,
'Art thou not a heavenly being?'

'Tis strange, the calmness of the place,
An angel and a demon's fated meeting,
Who would have guessed that the little boy,
None other than a kid, is the Lord of the Demons?

The Demon Lord and the Angel's meeting,
Leaving them close, enough to trust each other,
The tempest approaches, through sufferings,
Such Friendship of the Extremes!

Seemingly an ever-lasting friendship,
who knew it would end in such a way,
'Tis a shame, 'tis indeed,
Their belief destroyed them both.

[Crow_The Crimson Eyed Assassin_-_Saga of the Darkness]

The sky where the stars flow,
'Tis the song of the sliver wolf running fast,
The song of the inheritance of the name 'Pendel'.
The full moon dances without sound,
Only the Sage in the Darkness's mind knows the meaning.

When the song and the dance come together,
The one who comes to extinguish such joyful time,
Covering the moon and stars,
One adopting the Darkness as the Light,
Fear as Rapture, and Despair as Pleasure,
'The one who reigns the Dakness'-

His name's feared,
His beauty is as deadly as the poison of a Basilisk,
His eyes are bloody crimson,
Reigning Death, drinking blood, and feasting over the corpses-
The wars and battles be all his life,
And when everyone dies,
he then reigns over the dead bodies of his own flesh and blood-

But the one who be loved and favored by the Dark Sovereign,
His only kith and kin,
Whom he dared not slay even in the time he lost his mind,
One who dragged the Dark Sovereign to the Light,
The story of the twins who are identical but never the same.

The elder loves the younger and the younger abhors the elder,
However, the weaker brother of the Dark Sovereign being the Wind,
Him the one who can change the Cloud.

The moment he acknowledges the truth behind the shadows,
He changes the Dark Sovereign's mind,
Like what the Wind can do to the Cloud.

The Dark Sovereign strolls under the light,
His wish finally granted,
The Wind abhored the Cloud,
But finally understood the truth.

How can it not be happiness,
The true affection composed in the Darkness,
The story of the Dark Clans,
Began in the Darkness, ended in the Light..

[Crow_The Crimson Eyed Assassin_-_Crow]

A crow of Lone Valley,
Singing happily over a village,
'Caw, caw!' it sings,
'There's death in the village'.

A crow of Lone Valley,
Flying happily over a village,
'Caw, caw!' it sings,
'There's a kin of mine, feasting on death'.

A crow sings, and so 'another' sings,
A song of death, the other says,
People's fear, terror and horror,
So they call the 'another',
'The bloody crow of crimson eyes'.

The crow sings, by other's fear,
it flaps its wings, as death approaches,
The dance with silverly, sharp claws calls,
Death comes, and the feast begins.

The feast begins, so the crow sings,
'Caw, caw!', with a tune of sorrow and sadness,
flaping of wings, resembling sobs,
Cry or sing, no way to figure out,
The crow, sings of a requiem, for the death he brought.

People sob, the crow caws,
But the bloody crow, cries with the sobs of humans,
Cry or sing, he is crying,
Once again, his cloak flaps,
and the short requiem, begins again.

[Crow_The Crimson Eyed Assassin_-_The Seven Graces * Part I]

The Seven Graces,
The seven men towering over others,

One be the Fading Shade,
Of such experience, be the shadowy Black Diamond,
Sharp and quick,
Stands for orders,
Swift and fast, attacks of his.

One be the Winter Light,
Of such purity, be the clear Diamond,
Honourable and bright,
Shines for justice,
Sword of his, full of compassion.

One be the Burning Flare,
Of such will, be the blazing Ruby,
Passionate and Enthusiastic,
Battles for the right,
Bursting with will, wild one he is.

One be the Advancing Flood,
Of such calmness, be the shining Sapphire,
Composed and logical,
Waits for chances,
Mind of his, so bright and calm.

One be the Crumbling Land,
Of such stillness, be the steady Opal,
Quiet but loud,
Perceiving for situations,
Voice of his, refreshing and clear.

One be the Dancing Breeze,
Of such rhythm, be the soft Emerald,
Jumping and rolling,
Smiles for others,
Calculative he is, taking quick decisions.

One be the impeneratable Will,
Of such nobility, be the high-ranked Jade,
Free but tamed,
Charismatic for everyone,
He be the Leader of all.

The Seven Graces, Mighty and Strong,
Knowst not the fear and danger.

One alone,
Standing against the Seven Graces,
Sayst to be the invincible,
The Seven Graces stand together,
dare not go against.

The Seven Graces, Towering over others,
But not the One, who stands alone forever,
Their master is he, the one who stood alone,
Who knowst not, what an emotion is.

The Seven Graces,
Be lone but close,
The Seven Masters,
Each owns a group.

*-The following is actually the first stanza of the poem, but I put it seperately as in the story it is introduced separately- This first stanza is actually not widely known in the novel's world, whereas the other stanzas, apart from first stanza, are a well known rumour. Thus, an event occurs due to this poem- As the poem is widely sang by bards without the first stanza, most people know that there is seven men called The Seven Graces. In the event, a group of seven men- bogus Seven Graces happens to visit the Thief & Assassin Guild. However, the real Seven Graces are the Masters of the Seven Guilds of the Western Continent-the seven jobs mentioned in the first stanza, and the leader of the Seven Graces- A man named Vice, the owner of the black diamond, is the master of Assassin Guild.

Mercenaries, Wizards, Bards, and Assasins,
Healers, Merchants, and Holymen,
The Seven Graces,
Of Seven Guilds,
Thou, knowst thee not, of the Seven Graces?

[Crow_The Crimson Eyed Assassin_-_The Seven Graces * Part II]

I be the knight of Darkness,
The first of the Seven Free-knights,
The Leader of the Seven Jewels,
'Tis I, the Black Diamond.

I be the Knight of Light,
The second of the Seven Free-knights,
The Supporter of the Seven Jewels,
'Tis I, the Diamond.

I be the Knight of Flame,
The third of the Seven Free-knights,
The Healer of the Seven Jewels,
'Tis I, the Ruby.

I be the Knight of Water,
The forth of the Seven Free-knights,
The Attacker of the Seven Jewels,
'Tis I, the Sapphire.

I be the Knight of Land,
The fifth of the Seven Free-knights,
The Recorder of the Seven Jewels,
'Tis I, the Opal.

I be the Knight of Wind,
The sixth of the Seven Free-knights,
The Supplier of the Seven Jewels,
'Tis I, the Emerald.

I be the Knight of Wish,
The last of the Seven Free-knights,
The Fighter of the Seven Jewels,
'Tis I, the Jade.

One who granted the Seven Jewels,
Be our master, oh our father,
One who ganted the Seven Skills,
Be our lord, oh our guardian,
Seven different men, oh seven different lives,
One who rulled all, our foster father.

The Seven Graces, We be the Masters,
The Seven Guilds, Guilds originated by our father,
The Seven Graces, Each knowing different sides.

The strongest of us might be the Black Diamond,
Desire moving us, 'tis the Jade.
The Emerald might be the richest,
But one who finds it's worth, is the Diamond.
The Opal makes most beautiful,
What makes it powerful, 'tis the Sapphire,
Though what heals the damege, be the Ruby.

The Seven Graces, All so extreme,
Who be the father, of all haughty and proud?
The Seven Graces, Extremes of all,
Who be the lord, of all noble and honoured?
The Seven Graces, High and Lone,
Who be the master, of all calm and logical?

The Seven Graces speakst,
All different about the one,
One the being must be,
However the descriptions different much.

The Diamond desribes his lord,
'He's the most melancholic introvert.',
The Sapphire describes his mentor,
'The admiring mentor who knows enjoyment!'

The Jade would mutter about his father,
'The warm hearted caring man.',
The Ruby would mutter about his tutor,
'Cruel and heartless, standing for missions only..'

The Opal rather speaks of his friend,
'Understanding and willing, open to any.',
The Diamond rather speaks of his senior,
'Outcasted and unwilling, closed and never interact.'

The Black Diamond would finally decide,
'My master, a sad, sorrowful martyr,
Happy he seems, when he forces himself a smile,
Enjoying he seems, when he laughs a loud,
Cruel he seems, when he massacres and murders,
Willing when he tries something, Unwilling when he refuses,
That's my master, I have known for over two decades.'

The Seven Graces, together as one,
The Seven Graces, knowst the power,
Powerful they are, The Seven Graces.

Those poems possibly contain gram. mistakes, you are welcome to correct me. Lol, though it seems not many are interested.. Chuckle. I will try to translate as fast I can.. And, actually, quite a lot of them are actually songs..

Alright, here we go...

2.[Saga of Rarl'en_The Polaris]
[Saga of Rarl'en_The Polaris_-_Saga of Rarl'en - Prologue (Prophecy)]
[a.k.a. Saga of the Transcendent]

No king had such fate,
No man had such life,
No one can be your parents,
Unless, only of your Body.
Your soul is of no man's,
But only of God's.
Kings, kneel in front of you,
Every knights, will swear upon you,
Your name, which will change soon,
Will be the greatest name in the History,
You must have died, if you are an ordinary man,
As you already passed so many dangers.
You, as an eagle, the king of the sky,
No one dares to shoot you,
Unless, they are fools,
Everyone would welcome you,
Unless they want wars which they will lose,
No one would dare step on your shadow,
Unless they are fearless of fear itself.

[Saga of Rarl'en_The Polaris_-_Saga of Rarl'en - Story (Prophecy)]
[a.k.a. Saga of the Transcendent]

Your soul's high,
But you complete not your fate.
Your love let you not the completion of your will.
Fall of yours, would bring death to you,
Chained, chained by love, faith and Loyalty,
Suffer, suffering by regrets lay deep in your heart,
You will find yourself, deeper in dept of Love.

Your death came nearer, your love came closer,
Which-ever you choose, turns all choice of a fool,
Of fool's, you never choose, you choose none but another life.

[Saga of Rarl'en_The Polaris_-_The Transcendent and the Bard (Song)]

Thou, heard thee not the song of the Drifting Wind,
Thou, seen thee not the dance of the Burning Flare,
Shadow casted Kadarme'a,
The Eternal Home of the Wizards..
Thou, know thee not the name of the Transcendent,
I, the one knowing destiny, dare speak his name.

Mine name be the Transcendent,
Empire Peranne, the place waits for me,
The king of kings, would return to the place..
Name of Ren, being eternal,
Ones who had taken oath to me are nowhere to be seen,
Infinity's name, high and proud,
But none is learned and erudite..

Platina's name, reign over the land,
The leader of theirs, bows infront of the king of kings.
Heir of the name Ren, offers the sword,
Knower of the name Infinity, kneels down.
Power of magic, Kadarme'a, The lord of the city offers his wand to thee,
The king of all mercenaries and the Gypsies,
The Contemplator of the World, Sha-arman,
They dare attend on you.

But none towers above others,
One I need, none exists
Is it 'cause me being Transcendent, the heir of Sha-arman?
I now speak, to thee who stood infront of me.
Is destiny of mine such a loner's, the heir of Sha-arman?
None understands I among ones who wants to help I,
Ones who attend on me, all of them knows me not
Thee, The one knowing destiny,
Canst thou banish the loneliness of mine?

Look at the East, oh my king,
When the sun rise, the king's spouse would come.
Look at the North, oh my king,
When the Polaris shines, the king's three companions through king's life would come.
Look at the South, oh my king,
When the Crux banishes, the king's enemy would appear.
Look at the West, oh my king,
When the sun sets, when all the hopes are gone,
The sun will rise again from the East,
The Polaris will shine again from the North,
The Crux will appear again from the South,
The king's glory, would continue.

..What thou meanst by thee words?
I had never loved any and all,
And thus, as well in the future.
I had never believed any and all,
and thus, as well in the future.
Enemies all around me,
What makes difference to it, adding one more?
My question was for my loneliness, what reason makest thee answer such?

The future king, future knight, future mother..
The king, remembers not the king's mother?
The king, remembers not the king's mother died for the king?
Remembers not her volition?
Remembers not her love?
Abandoned by father, died mother, and foster-mother trying to kill thee,
Being the reasons of your impossibility to love,
But your spouse would gain your mind.

You are a lord, you are a king,
But thus you be a lone being.
Your companions be no humans,
But thus they canst solace your mind.
Your enemy as well be no human,
And thus solace, your solitude o' being peerless.

...Thou meanst not I be no human?
What thee meanst by thee words,
The heir of the Sha-armans?

The king's soul be the soul of God, Saga of Transcendent.
The king's nobility is paragon of all knights,
The king's equity is paragon of all kings,
The king's name is admired by all scholars,
The king's love is all bards' song,
Oh, thou, one with the holy name,
Oh, thou, the king..
Heir of the Sha-arman, Mirman greets you, the one with noble destiny.

[Saga of Rarl'en_The Polaris_-_Lar Elain (song)]
[a.k.a. the Labyrinth of Eternity, Winter, and Memory]

Lar Elain, ones who are sleeping...
Sandman dances around you, fairy of dream, dreaner sings aloud,
Scattered wishes of yours be closer, seeking lost tiny key..
Travels to the endless Labyrinth..
Close to me.. Banishing.. To seek reminiscence with thee..
Little butterfly dances alone.. However winter wind be icy fangs..
Winter in the Labyrinth, Field in the Labyrinth, all be frozen ever..

Lar, Elain, Scattered wishes,
Among my banished reminiscences.. who am I, tell me who I am..
The Labyrinth of Winter be the exitless maze, only icy fangs of wind exists,
Freezing cold labyrinth banishes away, with my memory banishing together..
Lar Elain, Banishing memories,
Lar Elain, Beloved person,
Do you.. Remember.. the things we have done together..
Gone.. Gone.. the only things left are groundless shadows.
Only very vague, shadow casted image of yours, can't be seen at all remains..
...Frozen land, the eternal land of ice and snow, thee, moarn not..
The moment winter ends, the spring comes, even thou thee memory banished..
Thou, mourn not.. Winter returned, then thou'd be sad again.. Lar Elain..

I'm in school now, thankfully.. But I have to be out in 10 min! Sigh..

« Last Edit: January 26, 2010, 06:52:00 AM by KainCrow »
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By the way, who know the relationship b/w a fox and a crow?


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Re: Poems from Stories by KainCrow
« Reply #1 on: November 04, 2009, 02:35:56 PM »
You're welcome :D