Hiems Lupum

A plunge into neck-deep snow,

and without effort prance on it

is a noteworthy talent.

Glares like from a beast unknown

striking fear in faint hearts

bringing chills to both flesh and bone.

Claws like knives on paws,

ripping through skin like scissors

with breath like ice that thaws.

Lassus Tigris

The tired tiger

not aged nor is he

a cripple but he

is weary and tired.

Tired from the hunt,

he forces a grunt

to satisfy his

lazy, meager wish:

"Fill me once again

with the power that

I once had and bragged,

that in which I'm clad."

The tired tiger

lay dead waiting

in desperation,

he died still claiming 

the power he had not.

Radior Solam

Write me a ray of sunshine;

send it to me with all your love;

place it on a rainbow's colors,

I'll be waiting at its end.

When it rains, look for the sun.

At least, a ray if there is none

for on the sun is where I am,

where I create my rainbow's end.

Sing me a song on a wavecrest;

the seas are where my cares rest.

I'll catch you when you reach the shore

and there you'll find I'm so much more.

Meet me at the midnight moon,

that's where I stay when all is naught

and like the stars, I'll wait for you;

like the stars, I'll shine for you.

In Platea Vetuum Rex

I tread along the Old King's Road

while waiting for my damsel dear;

I find its beauty my abode

with purple flow'rs and some wild deer.

Come day, the morbid Old King's Road,

it shines as the sun it wakes up;

the morning greeted by cock and toad;

the rough looks smooth, the smooth looks rough,

but come night, the road it glows

with the fireflies lit like clarion stars;

its beauty like Sir Shakespeare's prose.

The Old King's Road, a work of art.

And once I hear my damsel's darling voice

calling out from the fray,

I greet her by the Old King's Road

and ought that there we, for the night, stay.