Calm Yourself – Malisane Sadow 6169

Sitting calm and still,
My thoughts of past battles won,
And those that we lost.

Too many kin gone,
Their faces still in my mind,
With me still but not.

A new foe to face,
I find my self wondering,
Does it matter who?

Just another fight,
I will take my blade and kill,
It is all I know.

Not for glory now,
Or for fame, medals or rank,
I fight for Sadow.

And when it is done,
And others cheer, feast and drink,
I will not be there.

Instead I will go,
Until I am needed once more,
To fight for my Clan.

On the heels of loss
a temple built in exile
on the backs of slaves

In the wake of death
a simple choice: rise again
on the winds of change

On Sadow’s shoulders
a lost system to reclaim
on the eve of war

The temple looming
The Clan's focus is varied
The nighttime plays tricks

The noises booming
Interrupting darkness deep
Flailing 'round the mix

Our fear is blooming
With which we must fuel our might
All for our soul's sake

Forest entombing
Unless we control our wills
For tomorrow's wake

The mission zooming
Into the morrow's unknown
Restlessness grasps all

Massassi fuming
From the past of this great moon
Darkest pow'r doth fall

Wind blows and birds sing,
As I clench my lightsaber,
This feeling grows deep.

As I move slowly,
The feeling very profound,
It aches my core self.

I cannot move on,
I take a knee and assess,
I am quite hungry.

Quiet, foreboding
Darkness surrounds casting shade
Excitement flows through

The forest trees rustle
As the moon makes its descent
Calm moves my senses

I reach with my thoughts
Find discord and chaos around
Darkness takes its hold

War is within reach
Death and destruction resounds
The dark is the light

the moon of Endor
dark forest full of Ewoks
ruins of a fake star

the darkest of night
searching for temples of old
moss cover all things

creatures shall all burn
nature shall not slow us down
hive shall conquer all

our voices are low
we disciples naga sadow
such anxiety

so wracked by unease
we watch the motion of trees
as the cool wind blows

the droids have fallen
spirits linger in temples
but we shall not fail

A rustle of trees
The dreadful temple looms large
So does the clans fate

shadows fall and yet
nothing kept the forest back
nothing but the dark

these old stones sing
stories of rage, hate, of hope
i can hear them still

hate grows like a weed
through the cracks, behind calm eyes
intoxicating

The Fog of War

Under attentive eyes
Sweltering and damp forest
Judicious soldiers tread
Embrace potential demise
Beseech glorious victory

Too long, quiet blade lurks
Waiting to be driven home
Into my foe's flesh

The Shadows Creep in
The night will consume all now
Death falls upon us