Poetry Contest Winners of the "First Arrival of the Great King" writing contest.

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In Honor of the Augured Birth of King Ahlesendar
First Arrival of the Great King, Year 1948.
Submitted by: Domahreh

Borne on a torrent sea of seer's fire,
Clairvoyance bellowed from old Oorpah's throat,
Her eyes revolving with sightless desire
To be the mouthpiece of Yahvo's command.
O Trumpet of the Maker! You did send
Us promise: Stone shall comfort her affright
And soothe his cry with noble recommend:
"Great King, Great Leader, Hail!"

In solemn rite,
When twenty-five times twenty-five years passed
Ri'Neref's sovereignty, the Arch was blessed
Beneath which each new monarch would attend
His empire's birth and make prophetic test
In hopes of greatness. Weep not that the hand
Of raving anarchy seized and defiled
The D'ni crown! Lament that chaste blood spilled
From vital fountains! -yet civil unrest,
Cruel-seeming fate, tossed Koreen, queen, and child
Unborn on to the ruddy lake. Each blast
Of war-wind almost rent their swollen sail,
Propelling them towards the hidden isle,
Towards safety. And, as prophesy foretold,
When 'twixt the Arch's legs their vessel's hull
Passed through, its upcast shadow flaming gold
From every edge, the queen brought forth a son.
And he cried out unto the regal stone,
And soothing lullaby it did recall;
The waters soft illumination shone
And not a ripple marred the ocean's lull.
Unharmed, the greater family did retire
To their protected Age for thirty year
And did youthful Ahlesendar return,
Reclaim the crown, and overwhelm the war.
Rejoice, then, every D'ni citizen!
For it was this prophetic king who taught
From violent Root shall New Start be born out.

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Coronation Song
(Arrival of the Great King)
Submitted by: Hannah Catherine

Sing, oh sing of the exiled king,
And of his broken throne.
Of his matchless worth and his storied birth
Beneath the arch of stone,
Of his newborn flight through the deadly night
As his enemies pursue him.
Past the island gate he'll prepare and wait,
For his foes shall ne'er subdue him.
Cry, oh cry for the ones who die
At the foot of war's cruel throne.
The living weep and the dead ones sleep
As cold as fallen stone.
How long? How long must the funeral song-
The dirge, the lamentation-
Both day and night mark the fear-wracked plight
Of the suffering D'ni nation?
Pray, oh pray for the far off day
When the king reclaims his throne,
When the scourge of war has been banished far
From the sheltering halls of stone.
Through the endless night they still seek a light
As fragile as an ember.
"The king will come like the rising sun!"
Say those who still remember.
Sing, oh sing for the great high king
Now reclaims his mighty throne!
Hope's bright flame burns- D'ni's king returns
Through the ancient arch of stone!
Sing joyful songs for he rights cruel wrongs
And tyrants cower before him.
For the dream war killed peace can now rebuild
So the D'ni will adore him!

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Submitted by: Kehl: Creator of Simple Words
Past, long past.

Deep in the dark
Of myst memories an ancient wrote
words of coming truth: "The Arch
welcomes the reign of the great one..."
While wicked wars ravaged on, the
Young one waited among the Garo-hevtee,
Taken out among the branches-
Terokh Jeruth. When will he wake?
Biding time after narrow escape from
Such nuhdahtahv b'fahsee. Peril from
The warlike Pento and pursuit forcing
Koreen from his home.
Now awake our Great One, baby born
Under the Arch prophetic. One of whom
Oorpah told beyond his age of Garternay,
One would rise above all.
Mothers, of Pento, of D'ni mourn over sons
slain. Soft and fair tears flow swiftly
to the lake, filling it full of sorrow.
All cry out: Ahlsendar return to us!
And the young king soon sailed through
Kerath's Arch, his ship the harbinger of
horror's death. The once war times now ended
and all D'ni rejoices in his coming.
Ahlsendar, our Great One, Arch-born,
Arch-returned, bastion of peace for us.
Tears of joyous celebration cover all,
true happiness again.
Our place in the Great Tree preserved,
and the Great One's salvation remembered.

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Submitted by: Ri'Neref

What lies beneath this fallen world?
The cold expanse with darkness filled.
The winding paths that crush the mind,
They fall to dreaded depths, yet climb
To reach the windy surface clime.
Whilst chambers daunt and haunt the lost
Never to waken, minds cold with frost.
Eager for life, not yet to live,
First live to come, last dead to lie.
All this has passed, because great shame
Was passed on cursed Ae'garis' name.
Whose cart of death in sleep was found,
Long years before, while sleepless bound,
Ahlsendar, the king, was crowned.
For not just in statesmanship did he rule,
Fulfilling in greatness: the prophesy's tool,
The legacy left him he passed on,
Telling a time with D'ni gone.
Of other things as well as that,
The new tree falling, stricken dead.
As survivors found a missing thread.
What lies beyond these fallen worlds?
The emptiness that drives the word.
The written phrase burned to the page
Made to discover the next great age.
But power drives the mind to greed,
To death and darkness does it lead.
And such the poet laments greatly,
For peoples fallen deep, innately,
Till crowned again the Great One reigns;
And peace has one the great campaign.