CHRONICLES OF THE DAWN LIGHT
Once upon a time, the soul-braided moon shattered
Leaving Lucerna in darkness, oblivious and cratered
A young girl, Constance, sought to find her father, Magnus
And restore light to the night sky in its vastness.
Bound with Punica, a lunatic strawberry soul
Who longed to return to the moon, whole
Hand in hand they journeyed, through the night
Fated to revive the moon's shining light
Map of Lucerna
Father's Lamp Shoppe
The thin needle flickers as it threads
Back and forth, here and there.
Little pockets of light, like stars in the sky
When papa's out there, the lights warm me here.
That flicker I felt ignite inside her
That instant vision I had of her gleaming like the Sun
Awoke a memory of what I wanted to be.
I would wonder where dreams soar
When weaving shades sailed to languor.
Anchored up above in jewels of silence
Cracking, each instance you whispered,
"The moon was alive within sparkling sky
As I'd fall asleep by your side."
A remnant of papa's fate
Long ago was his Glisterharp Gate
The January days his glassy eyes would contemplate
On this night by still waters I could
Feel in that dark dreaminess
Above refined ripples a sceptre of oakwood
From his brother's scatheless berth
And mighty wine's clement hearth
Through the moon-misted gate, I have strength
Dear Papa, I'll never again know
Never again see,
White was the twilight glow
Red were the trees,
Now all these flowers wilt for you,
These towers crumble for you,
Dear Papa, dear Papa mine,
Where could you be?
Scarlet Field Tree
Oh, what if my Papa the flame has taken?
The sun veils its mane 'neath the maria, the peaks
Awaken, awaken, my Papa, awaken!
And call for me out of my cleft scarlet tree!
No longer did papa walk esteemed
From Lucerna once he fancied a bright,
Clerics who looked at the flame
Behind mantles of pride and fright,
Disgraced his mellow frail soul
Sunken into crooked eclipse that night
All I Have Now
I saw her heart like a gleaming fort
Shaped from a deeply scratched and scraped crystal
Guarding my own vulnerable soul
Sometimes I wished
I could live another life on a another planet
But her heart is all I have now.
The spinous woods, to where I resigned
Where silent souls, of lunatics gone blind
Were left behind, under starry eyes
"In an often unforgiving reality, we weave our dreams,
Defying the unrelenting darkness, we shine our beams.
Such an ordinary yet graceful fortitude, believe me:
That's confidence for you, my dear Connie."
How the strawberry soul, Punica, came to be.