The Dirgesinger

A rather ecentric man of half elven heritage is drawn onto the cover of the book. He is dressed in black and his clothing is covering much of his body except his head. Strangely, half of his face is very pale and fair. The other half is dusky, and nearly as dark as charcoal. Set into the fair skinned part of his face is a dark, green eye, and a dark violet eye is set in the other half of his face. Tears flow wildly from his eyes and fall from his chin. Half of his mouth is formed into a smile, while the other half of his mouth, on the dusky skinned half of his face, is formed into a frown.

Several words are written on the first page, after the cover is opened

I have come to a decision that I will put my tale, that of the Dirgesinger into written word. For soon, I too will drift away. With each passing moment, I am embraced by the draining energies of a life in these endless depths.

Page 1.............................The Origin of the Dirgesinger Page 2.............................A Glance Upon Reality Page 3.............................A Forlorn Love Page 4.............................Rebirth Page 5.............................Rise Page 6.............................Shattered Page 7.............................The White Rose Page 8.............................Such Chaos Page 9.............................Embrace Page 10.............................Abandoned Page 11.............................Nightmares Will Not End

The Origin of the Dirgesinger: An Introduction

This page will not contain delicate poetry of any sorts, but rather a short recollection of how I, the Dirgesinger, has become such a petty, miserable being.

I will tell the tale, of a man, an appaling half-breed. So cursed, so damned that he has been robbed of any hope.

More than fourty tears ago, this cursed one was born. With a heritage despised by not only his mother, but his father.

He was a halfbreed, the blood of drow and man flowed in his veins. That is his curse, one which has haunted him. Haunted him since the earliest of days.

As common for one of his damned heritage, he could walk as soon as he left his mothers womb. And not long after, he felt the cold sting of a whip. As chilling as death itself.

He was given to a house by the name of Baen'rhael, one of the most ruthless and wicked. As he glanced into the crimson eyes of his new queen, he was struck. Struck again and again.

By day and by night, he felt the despair eating at his essence. Not even a single tear he had left to shed.

The years passed..

And, as peculiar as one may find it, he had fallen for his queen. Despite the stings of the whip. He brooded, for his love, forever, loathed him as he loathed his existence

What little hope he had was not extinguished. He believed, that he, alone, could change. And he dwelled in his misery, over the years..Until finally, it has eaten him.

And he passed away, his soul bearing the pain no more. Now, he walks the streets of a city in chaos, as a ghost. He spreads the misery that he has eaten away at him over the years.

And that is his perpetual fate..

A Glance Upon Reality

Many consider me a fatalist, or a pessimist, but I simply view myself as a man with insight. I possess divine insight, with which I glare past the hindrances placed in our paths.

Oh what fear I hold, In a twilight most bleak, A destiny so cold, Sparks of hope most meek.

For I have glanced onto a reality, With a scrutinizing gaze, One overwhelmed with the brutality, Of this endless maze.

A Forlorn Love

Never will I forget you my love. It matters now how I have suffered by your hand, and how much suffering I must still face. I was placed into bondage by the divine, so that I can be united with you, regardless of what sacrafices I must make.

I weep, and weep, and weep, You cannot even spare a smile, But you in my heart I will forever keep, In the end it shall be worthwile.

Your sublime beauty, forever in my sight, Brilliannce forever in my mind, My senses overwhelmed with nothing but plight, Of my love, forever, you will remain blind.

Certain words are best unspoken, Such a truth shall bring only more pain, I wish not to be more broken, I am damned forever into this miserable bane.

Rebirth

The fallen must not be forgotten, and only in sand tales and dirges can they be remembered. I see it as my duty to ensure that they are not forgotten. Hear my voice, Fallen long gone, Now you shall rejoice, And walk onto a fresh dawn.

Be embraced by soil no more, Walk above the earth You shall be now in the fore, For now, my voice shall bring your rebirth.

Rise

We are within a grave from which one can escape only with difficulty. Forever will we be forgotten if we remain impassive.

Rise, rise rise, Only in unlife shall you be mourned, Arise, Arise, Arise, No longer will you remain unadorned.

Grasp, grasp, grasp, That earthly grave, Clasp, Clasp, Clasp, And walk once again in this cave!

Shattered

I am a pathetic being, but still I am blessed with a divine insight. My shattered soul, That this twilight stole, Shall never be whole.

Lacking in hope, I blindly grope, But fall only deeper down the slope.

Trapped in this endless mare, I feel such despair, And that I proudly declare.

For I am enlightened, No longer will I be frightened, Mayhap even my future shall be brightened.

The White Rose

As a slave to house Baen'rhael I often interacted with individuals doomed to a fate similar to mine. I vividly recall speaking to a woman of Sune, who told me of a beauty from the world above. Roses.

I glance upon a rose, pale and white, Cries silent, still I see its plight,

A rain of falling petals, tears and tears, Misery remaining hidden through the years.

I glance upon a rose, pale and white, With a soul broken and dark as the night.

White, the color of the dying and the dead, Accepting destiny, the rose feels nothing but dread.

I glance upon a rose, pale and white, And bit by bit, it falls further in the embrace of the blight.

Such Chaos

Once again my love has abadoned me. I cannot find her. She likely wishes not to be found. No, I am a fool to presume such. Her heart blooms for me. Of that, I am certain.

Tears stroll down my cheek, I have not even the strength to speak, For the reality I look upon is so bleak, I fall to my knees, and remain most meek.

Utterly desperate, I pray to the divine, I pained enough from what wishes the malign, My heart to now longer decline, How I long, how I desire for that to be mine.

My love, where do you now hide, Not even the all knowing can be my guide, Where do you now reside, That I cannot answer, and with your loss I have died.

I have shattered, I am a ghost, Hidden when I am needed the most, In my own agitation I am engrossed, Each word I speak morose.

Nay, I feel not even the littlest shame, I speak of actuality, that I zealously claim, This is what I became, That, with certainty, I proclaim.

Embrace

My hope continues to dissolve in this grave. The embrace of despair, what must we now bear? Pain so brutal, Our hopes, our desires futile...

Abandoned

Even the Gods have abanoned me, it seems. I become all the more miserable. I glance upon this chaos, and place my eyes upon the bleakest of truths. Many of the brave warriors falling in their youth.

Admist this chaos,Have the gods abandoned me, Do they not even hear my petite plea?

I beg to be forgiven, for sins of the past. But yet I remain to be trapped in a maze this vast!

Please, please, please, what can I do I only wish to feel hope anew...

Nightmares Will Not End

At times, revenge is necessary, even if it is not the best of options.

You have slain my beloved child, Insubmissable rage ferocious and wild Yet you sleep sweet, sleep mild.

Sleep sweet, until the nightmares come, Dreams horrifying, repulsing and glum, Until you awake, nightmares leaving your numb.

But the dreadful nightmares are not at an end, A new one has come, that is I, with resolve and intend. My blade is eager to take revenge, now make your final amend.