As we Are

[Guest Foe Calibur]

A poem dedicated to my beloved guild, the Crystal Tides:

 

As We Are

 

Embraced in arms of benevolent favor hence,

Upon our reign doth lie, the key to life,

In essence, thus, our being as it endures.

Collective in spirit, diverse in mind we stand,

Our enemies at our heels, in seas of devastation

To right the wrong, once plagued the cogent land.

Fighting strong in times of war and devilry,

Pacified by step and thrust upon

Their ground we stand until this very day…

 

Sands of time, hindered naught, betwixt

The thoughtless will of human nature.

And in obscure ideals we revel, therein

Our flaws to ‘scape the day we dread so.

Sands of time, remember naught, akin

To what amenity it stands this day.

O’er and yonder, still we stand defiant,

Time be damned we shall outlast this fray.

 

Deep within, our kindred hearts entwined,

Stinging clear through bane and boon akin,

Memories herald the modest conscious realm,

Short in toe, bode thine joyful din.

For here we stand, this very day, alive,

And hither forth and evermore shall stand,

Adverse to what enmity stands oppos’ed we...

As a guild we brook the change we sire.

 

Knee deep in morning’s din, with hardened heart,

We stray from our fields of grain to take stance…

On the fields of battle. Evermore, this life we endure,

Stands testament, a battle fought, and won.

Throughout this quarrel, we shall traverse abhorrence,

And walk upon the toes of fate, the toes,

Whose inevitable stride, unjust, veracious, or pendent,

Shall reign our lives… but not our souls.

For we stand free, we stand unbridled hence,

Our harness sloughed upon the floors of destiny’s

Abode, to wither and wane in spite of desire,

To free us ‘ere more of vicious cycles

Thence set upon us ever more.

 

We stand astride these odds and passions thence,

In choosing, a choice to be made has dwindled here,

The choices made and those to come, but naught

In least, the choices adherent to those that,

Once made, shall henceforth dictate, the diverse verdicts

Yet to be made, and those to be made in accordance.

And ‘ere we stand, evermore in turmoil of judgment,

Through hates abhorrence to fates ill conceived,

Yet befitting, in castigations bias views,

Adherence to independence’ fleeting bane.

In memories service we seize that which we have lost,

In memories name we strive to befit that we’ve been,

But thence upon our being, now, we serve

To be remembered for that which we shall be.