User:Mortaleia/An Anthology of Death Poems



=Preface= An Anthology of Death Poems and Elegies edited by Dr. Mortaleia Valsh‘auron, is a collection of poetry gathered from the realms of Azaroth and beyond. All mortals share a common destiny, and this book endeavors to share the experience with those still living in the hope of finding a familiar peace when death at last settles upon us all.

=Death Poems=

Firerenza, a blood elf warlock

 * As the rain falls, so do I.
 * A journey begun too close to heaven,
 * Only to end in the muck of earth.

Rícco, an undead priest

 * As the last leaf falls,
 * The shadow of the world sets upon the tree,
 * As the sun sets and a bare skeleton stands.

Celithramir, a blood elf rogue

 * Death, how thee stare at me,
 * Yet I dare not stare back.
 * My eyes alive, for all to see,
 * …Yet never seeing black.

Kyriae, a human priestess

 * One step too far,
 * And down, down you go.
 * A wingless flight returns me to
 * my genesis.
 * A cloud of dust greets me,
 * and I feel no pain.

Athen Val’Shauron, a high elf, at the Fall of Quel’thalas

 * The cloud moves slowly—
 * But how quickly its shadow
 * Overcomes me.

Alcestis, a blood elf hunter

 * I feel the cold fill my bones,
 * Light fades from bright to grey
 * …All is silent.

Anonymous, an undead priestess

 * Belligerently
 * The moon remains though night is gone.
 * How sickly it is.
 * Even the thin white cloud overwhelms it.

Kelzul, a blood elf paladin

 * The time is now, the coming of the last dawn to my sad eyes,
 * But in the horizon is hope;
 * The bleak hope of salvation and life.
 * I now embrace what is to come.

Vondark, an undead warrior

 * My mind cries out with the fear
 * Of light never seen and only
 * A continually darkening depth to be felt.

Anonymous

 * Would the god’s care
 * To see me die?
 * They did not care
 * To see me live.

Firerenza, a blood elf warlock

 * The darkness is past,
 * And the true evil now cometh
 * for me!

Mortaleia Val’Shauron, composed in the ashes of her home

 * Evening:
 * I too am twilight.
 * I trace the paths of my life
 * Like the veins in my arm.
 * They disappear under a mound of earth.
 * Soon the purple veins will harden;
 * The blood will still.
 * Cut me, I shall not bleed.

Celithramir, a Blood Elf rogue

 * Death the speaker has spoken to me
 * …Yet my mind hears not a sound.
 * I drift forever, endlessly
 * …My conscience never found.

Anonymous, a Tauren druid

 * How distant the mountain,
 * But lo, its outreached shadow
 * Is mingled with mine.

Anonymous, a human, upon his fall in Lordaeron

 * Nauseous, sickly sweet,
 * Let my corpse be the monument to death.
 * Let it rot.
 * Another will take its place.

Anonymous, an orc warlock

 * An ember lost from the fires:
 * Pierce me, press me, stir me,
 * Blow away the black skin of my burning past;
 * Reanimate me.
 * Let me glow with the heated life I feel aflame in my soul.
 * Still, only moments are left
 * And I am smoke and ashes.

Anonymous, a shaman

 * Indistinguishable,
 * The sound of the distant creek
 * From the wind in the trees.

=Elegies=

Kelzul, a blood elf paladin

 * As the darkness grows inside
 * Like a cancer that’s feeding,
 * That dark look inside your eyes,
 * As screams turn to silence.

Anonymous, a man of Darkshire upon the death of his wife

 * Gently, gently,
 * Death descend on her.
 * Lead her softly, gentle death.
 * Softly, softly
 * Close her eyes.
 * Settle on her, gentle death.
 * Lightly, softly
 * Move upon her.
 * You take her from me,
 * So take her softly, gentle, gentle death.

Dreamskull, an undead shadow priest

 * Not even the sun can banish
 * The phantoms of our land—
 * Never the lies. We huddle in the
 * darkness and wait for the dawn.
 * The only future peace has to offer us is war.
 * Break the bones and the body will heal.
 * Break the spirit and the body dies.
 * Be that which hides within his dark soul.
 * Scared of the outer self,
 * He’s created his own hell.

Kelzul, a blood elf paladin

 * The glorious death brought forth not by a coward using his bow,
 * The death brought forth by the bravest using sword and strength.
 * How I hope for the day one can bring me what I desire:

Anonymous, a night druid

 * I do not tremble
 * As the aspen do, nor cry out
 * As the falling hawk.
 * But can they fear,
 * As I fear,
 * That do not look
 * To death?

Kelzul, a blood elf paladin

 * What a beautiful thing death is to deal,
 * The last look in the eye of your victim
 * As their final breath leaves their lungs,
 * The satisfaction of the kill.

Dreamskull, an undead shadow priest

 * Death to thee who appease
 * The black hand of the dark lord.
 * Reject me and you shall await
 * Your death momentarily,
 * But serve me and your death
 * Shall await you forever.

Anonymous, a warlock

 * Be still, be still, speaks death.
 * My hand is on thy breast.
 * Thy breath becomes my own.
 * Be still, be still,
 * Whilst I pierce thy heart and embrace thy soul.

Anonymous, a scholar of Dalaran

 * Night comes and I am not ready to sleep;
 * There is more yet to be done.
 * Morning comes and I am weary;
 * My rest has not eased the burden of the day.


 * The eye is not satisfied with seeing
 * Nor the ear filled with hearing.
 * The moon, whether engorged with light
 * Or thinned by night is content no longer than a day.


 * All the rivers flow into the sea
 * And yet it is not full.
 * The murdering man is full of blood,
 * And yet he lusts for slaughter.


 * I have drunk from the cup of my tears
 * And still I thirst for compassion.
 * I have known myself and found the truth of men
 * --and yet I have no answers.
 * I increase my wisdom; I increase this sorrow.
 * Vanity is my meat and sorrow is my drink.
 * Such things fill all the world and yet I hunger.


 * Four things exist that are never satisfied:
 * The earth that is never filled with water,
 * The fire that consumes and says not, it is enough,
 * And the grave crying out, give…give.


 * Wisdom have I wrought and gathered about me
 * like an old man’s wealth.
 * Incline your ear to hear this wisdom—
 * And know that it completes no thought, no question, no answer.


 * Where are the answers that lie forever hidden from me?
 * This treasure lies buried in the grave.
 * There will my soul be satisfied.