Caspeids (Bardic)

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By: Morena Posted on: April 29, 2009





CASPEIDS


The Caspeids originate from the primordial ocean.




Caspeids' Cradle

(Etheree)


sea

surging

briny wild

primordial

blood of Caspian

flowing rushing living

waters rich with energy

set afire by Caspian's light

raising spirits on the crests of waves

divine dreams born to Caspeids' cradle




Borak came to watch over the northern waters.




Borak

(Free Verse)


Vast emptiness in black and white;

a lonely moon pales at the sight

of wayward waters frozen deep within the boreal heart.


Silence prevails in northern spheres

cracked only by the creaking ice

as Borak waits in cool disdain:

a king without a crown.


Untouched and still untouchable,

he watches from his palace jail,

watches and waits,

and watches still,

hoping for the tide to change.




Eusia found her place in the east.




Eusia's Embrace

(Kyrielle Sonnet)


Inviting waters, clear as glass,

whose comforts land cannot surpass,

in harmony with ocean's score

touch tenderly upon the shore.


The coast, in Eusia's embrace,

smiles softly on her radiant face.

Her liquid fingers, evermore,

touch tenderly upon the shore.


The eastern sea is warm and mild;

her waves beguile the inner child

as wistful lullabies of yore

touch tenderly upon the shore.


Inviting waters, clear as glass,

touch tenderly upon the shore.




The stormy sea of the south suited Notia's spirit.




Notia

(Blank Verse)


As lightning crackles over restless waves,

she stirs her sea of storms with swerving steps,

a crimson beauty colouring her cheeks

like threatening rain will paint a purple cloud.

The tropic southern waters swell and swirl,

as unpredictable as Notia's pranks:

a playful wind can turn a sudden gale

like merry laughter coming back to haunt.

Beware the living ocean of the south,

before her watery whims can wash you out.




Sefyr lost himself in the wilderness to the west.




Sefyr's Soul

(Free Verse)


Perpetual woods of swaying kelp

meet colourful coral in mountain arrays:

an underwater paradise,

unblemished and untouched.


Life blossoms bright beneath these widespread waves,

from timid shells to schools of fish,

with stripes or spots,

or cloaked in teeth.

The wild is free but never soft.


The western ocean is Sefyr's realm,

he knows the secrets of its song,

his heartbeat echoes to its drum,

He thrives beneath the waves.


So dive below,

swim high, swim low,

swim strong until you swim no more

to taste the nectar of his world

and understand his soul.