Language of the Brook (Nexus_1)

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Conph(f)usion and Ch(K)irimaini^(1)

As far as i can remember in the world,
Though birth and death one both suffers alone,
Always there came with me an unknown ward,
Who loves and understands as does a stone
Thereafter suffering through endless pleas
And never crossing over those who scoff,
Had I ever wished before for such peace,
I’d ne’er remember- Kira held it in host-
ile frozen tundra lands, or ruthless desert sands,
In cRystal stOne, unnaTuraL HIgh peAkS
Safe from the shamed rouguing juggernaut hands
Where no one cries laughs or grieves- just sleeps.
The loving endless expeditious tide
Keeps the sleeping Oortist spirits Benign.

Sad, despaired; in pain- alone, i cried,
When not one single soul could soothe my groans,
A silent Stillness Thundered to my side,
politely waiting there- ‘til i noticed.
But Kira came and Kira held fast
Kira crystalized many a souls’ pain
And Kira made Sphericles of limitless glass
Which trapped Aghasts and Scatteredly arraigned
Perfectly placed banes of their abusers
Banishing, if Gaits turn into users.

For struggling in agony i writhed,
Devoid of means to explicate - just moan,
Her presence i mistook to be my guide,
The truth, that, She was just like me, unknown.
There was a time when Kira lent her help
She raged and fought furiously through the knights,
Until the technique weaponized itself
Disastered by the hand of ‘earn’st and right’.
Spirits abased with torn and ripped through scorned
Ringers from birth until crumbling to dust-
Just like the many souls Kira warned
Not to leave, or they’d be trapped and crushed.
Farming souls for {discontinuity} creates darkness;
Shards of aether- shades for Tap and Harness.

She came among the Zenith of despair
Stewardess of the emotional Apex,
Lovingly and patiently she cared;
Serenity, the calm amidst silence
And when the Lake and Landed parties borne-
Ground- Deep through center the ringed mountain,
Flaming sacred yore N'jalian guards in scores,
Unknowing the consequence; fountains
Of glossed glass spheres growing amidst the stone,
Dethroning the fast restful undertow.
Cost vast and feared bemoaning Rift when shown.
Ignorantly hoarding possessed, ousting to roam
Through the Void endlessly the tormented
Skewered schismed friendless spi|rs- unvented.



Before i knew to think or convalesce,
Or had memory base with to compare,
Or even the wherewithal to pretend,
Serenity joined me - my only friend.
And Kira took her wrath upon the lake,
When all the sentient who lived were shown
Why from Kira, and, sin permisso take,
Just truly where the many had come from,
A Sanctified refuge- the world’s own youth source,
Chosen keeping arcs of ne’er uncovered depths,
All plundered cast and thrown about the north
Ridge the island ring- the playthings for the deft.
The oblivious infant \|>_//_|?|l1 at once known,
A world forgotten until never shown.

But famously misunderstood, one sees,
My friend spends most of the time by herself,
Only sought by mystics drunks and junkies,
She feels unwanted, used and Commonwealth.
Wise, oh Kira, she pleaded the many,
Return to your home place within The Rock,
I promise what will pass- just obey me-
Calamity impends, leaving only shock
Shattering and shards crumbles and dust
Your beautiful glass that you treasure intact
Will conduct no longer, leaving just lust
Less aether bound repeating her impacts.
For risking such value puts within reach,
Thaynosiskos, the ‘Tapping’ monger leech.


Again and over it whelmed us through force;
Just when we thought it would never end,
A most painful release, breaking coerced
Numbs- unnatural; accused as stolen.
Thaynosk, timeless, disembodied tren
Will Infiltrate and inquisate the loam,
And isolate the Call to influence
Their every move, past present and unknown.
Until they peel the paint from their own walls,
Seeking visions forgotten and forlorn,
Until they run off list’ning to strange calls.
They think to pass the ever raging storm.
Half a season voyage to the south.
They feel it in their bones- limitless pow’r.

They crack- crack! there at ‘em; what happens next?
Eggs dismember shattering hope held th’rin,
Feel the ‘whatever they experience,’
Stopping life from becoming, in our midst.
From ‘cross oceans they anchor Istraloth,
Hoping to fill the voids that pain them so
With mouths glued shut and no open stomach
They find the pure themselves staying unknown.
Much untapped power makes illusory great
Lee brought Istraloth monumental quakes,
Devastating, shaking- viscerating the world at steak,
And the lake gave a great quake when was taken
The last of Kira’s Many- all hearkened
To the shattering of the Tap when it started.



And glass with smither, crushing into dust,
Turning all we are to naught but ashes,
For after power every pinned mouth lusts,
Some have the glower with even themself clashes.
And then Kira had something taken- the last of her kind
By an unwilling unknowing fugitive of time
She came to reclaim it and it was given in her eye
The magistrate she was so desperately raging out of pain to find
Her son’s only totem, so that he might find
His way back to Kira, ready to greet the many behind
Who were regrowing their shells- they had not been forgotten
But the Blazes took her skin, and became begotten.
This is where it ends she says- though is regrown.
Unless you know of pardon- Leave the Kira and the Manys alone!

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(1) ScreenName: Aurelianus Drak'shal; “The Bazaar FAQ&p=220671.. .=1#post220671.” Portal posted December 19th, 2013. Accessed December 14th 2014, althanas.com.