The poems presented below are the accumulated works of the poet Xarl Bluestride about the twelve Gods and Goddesses of the Caelereth world, human and elven alike, but also about Caelereth cosmology in general which is can be found in the first books of the Cárpa'dosía. Though each of the poems can be read as a single piece, they form a unity when put together. In each poem the mythological significance of the God/Goddess is expressed in lyrical form due to Cárpa'dosían ideas.

HARVEST HOME (JEYRIALL)

Sing now the song of Harvest Home
Sing out the song of gladness
Sing now the song of Hearth and Home
Sing out the end to sadness

We toiled long in spring's damp fields
To feel her rise from sleep
Three moons rose and three moons fell
Now we hear bounty reap

Sing now the song of Harvest Home
Sing out the song of gladness
Sing for the Lady of Hearth and Home
Sing out the end to sadness

Under Foiros' driving face
She yawned and stretched and rose
Wheat and barley, oats and grain
Feels both Gods' hands and grows

Sing now the song of Harvest Home
Sing out the song of gladness
Sing for the Lady of Hearth and Home
Sing out the end to sadness

Now the leaves glow gold and red
And so did the harvest ripen
Now have the reapers plied their trade
And the stock-shed doors been opened

Sing now the song of Harvest Home
Sing out the song of gladness
Sing for the Lady of Hearth and Home
Sing out the end to sadness

For soon the frosty wind shall blow
As the Dark Queen rises late
But now we feast, and praise the Beast
And She who filled our plates.

Sing now the song of Harvest Home
Sing out the song of gladness
Sing for the Lady of Hearth and Home
Sing out the end to sadness

Praise She!



THE DANCER'S SONG (NeHTOR)

In the Beginning there was the Dance.
And the Dance was the dance of life
Of life
In the Beginning there was the Dance
A Dance without chaos or strife
Or strife

Then the Darkness shattered the Dance
And the Dancers scattered too
Them too
But when Death and Lust destroyed the Dance
They left behind its master true
The True

For ages and ages the Dancer cried
For that which would never be
Again
Yet when the Dancer opened his eyes wide
His role he began to see
To see

The Dancer saw the Eternal Frost
A winter that would never die
Never die
And just when the Dancers thought him lost
The Master cried out "Fie!"

"Fie to those who would end the True Dance!"
"Fie to the Lady of Death!"
Of death!
Then the Dancer awoke from his trance
And gave the land new breath
New breath

The Dancer danced across the cold land
He danced through the sky and the sea
Sky and sea
And from the Dancer's kind and loving hand
Sprang up bear and wolf and tree

The Dancer left his brethren before too long
To dance as when the world began
Began
But every year, at Harvest's song
The Dancer will rise again...
...again...

So it was in the beginning
And so it will be in the end

Dreamer (Avá)

There was darkness
and then there was flame
there was pleasure
and then there was pain
there was chaos
and then there was order
So it was as the Dream of Dreams began

She sleeps, still dreaming
She sleeps, without fear
She sleeps forever
until the Greater Night draws near

Her tears fell through Wind
and there were the Elven
Her tears brushed the Sea
the Humans were then
the Rain of Life
from beyond the skies
and there was life in the Dream of Dreams

She sleeps, still dreaming
She sleeps, without fear
She sleeps forever
until the Greater Night draws near

Her tears touched the Earth
the dwarves then unfroze
Her tears last met flame
the orcs then arose
the Rain of Life
now ceased to fall
the Dream now had limitless dreamers

She sleeps, still dreaming
She sleeps, without fear
She sleeps forever
Until the Greater Night draws near

She saw war come to them
She saw death arise
She saw chaos return
a pair of dark eyes
a mirror of Herself
the Night incarnate
the Shadow made itself known to Her

She sleeps, still dreaming
She sleeps, without fear
She sleeps forever
Until the Greater Night draws near

the Nothing was All
as the Night was Her light
and All was Nothing
as the Light was His night
the Dreamer closed Her eyes to the madness

She sleeps, still dreaming
Her dream, our life
He watches, still waiting
for a chance to turn order to strife

So it was in the Beginning, and so it shall be in the End.




Not (Cóor)

Has been, Will be
Always and Never
The Lord of Shadows and Nothing

Has come, Will come
Fire and Ice death
The Apocalypse and Light

Has seen, Will see
Creator of All
Her twisted Mirror of Night

Has gone, Will go
Warper of Creation
His victory loss, not gain

Has won, Will win
Chaos versus Order
The player of a darkened game

Has lost, Will lose
Order was made
His destruction its as well

Has made, Will make
To destroy Order
His death cry its final knell

Has not, Will not
He is the watcher
The Lord of Shadow and Nothing

So it was in the Beginning, and so it shall be in the End.
 

Grey Destiny (Seyella)

A tale of sadness, tale of woe
A tale of that now gone
A tale, good sir, of ancient Her
Lady who watches on

She watched the dream with happy eyes
That saw and held all dear
But then he came, the light's true bane
The watcher felt our fear

Her joy was watching the great Tree
The Tree of Life, now lost
For he, the Bane, kindled the flame
That turned the warmth to frost

The Goddess watched, but could do naught
As creatures burned and fled
At her sister's grin, as she waded in
As so many dropped down, dead.

The flame that day cost Her her sight
It shocked her to the core
The Grey Lady of Destiny
Vowed to watch us nevermore.

The Seer, the Closest, the Owl
One more remains
The Eye and Single Tear.

So it was in the Beginning, and so it shall be in the End.



Windking (Grothar)

High above the clouds
The King of the Skies
He watches the world
And sees it go by

His anger the stormcloud
His battle-roar thunder
His sword the great bolt
That tears all asunder

His pleasure the blue sky
His laughter the breeze
His caress the warm wind
Blowing in from the seas

His sadness the dark sky
His tears the cold rain
His sorrow the blade-wind
That bears all his pain

On the day of the Ending
The Grey King will arise
And then unveil Himself
to our mortal eyes.

So it was in the Beginning, and so it shall be in the End.



Black Ice (Queprur)

A palace, most cold
She sits on its throne
alone, still, unfallen
a Queen of both Ice and Bone

Smiling, she thinks back
to an elvish priestess
disbelieving in Her?
refusing her Mistress?

who chanted and prayed
to the All-Mother
unknown to her
she angered the Other

the Dark One stirred
Fire and Earth awoke
fate was sealed then
Her cold mask broke

rage filled Her
Fire-Lust grinned
She did not care
The she-elf had sinned

her Sickle flashed red
in the moon's silver light
blood trickled down
robes that once were white

The smile is gone
from the Queen on her throne
She looks through the past
through her mirror of Ice and Bone

So it was in the Beginning, and so it shall be in the End.

Mastersmith (Urtengor)

Tap and blow
Tap and blow
Smash and clang and tap and blow.

Holy hammer
deadly strike
Thunder crashes through the night.

Crush and heat
Crush and heat
Tap and blow and crush and heat.

Massive world
Rock and soil
Glowing red from Forge-God's toil.

Hiss and steam
Hiss and steam
Smash and clang and hiss and steam.

As Caelereth cools
The new seas gleam
All to honor Avá's dream

Smash and clang,
smash and clang
Hiss and steam and smash and clang.

So it was in the Beginning, and so it shall be in the End.

[Note: The inspiration for this tune was a dwarven
working song; it has been mercifully truncated by the author
and given a more cosmological tone.]



Festival of Flame (Etherus)

Writhe and dance
Leap and prance
Before the high one bow
Flirt and grin
Enjoy the sin
Leave all but here and now

Watch the temple dancers
Laughing in the flame
Rise from your seat and join them
To call and do the same

Writhe and dance
Leap and prance
Before the high one bow
Moan and pant
Scream and rant
Leave all but here and now

Feel the power burning
Within body and mind
Release it and enjoy it
In fire, solace find.

Writhe and dance
Leap and prance
Before the high one bow
Want and crave
Lust depraved
Leave all but here and now

Join your fellow dancers
In happiness and pain
The Great one is with all of us
Make pleasure in his name!

Writhe and dance
Leap and prance
Before the high one bow
Laughter and fears
The future nears
Leave all but here and now

Because the future looms above
With terrors of the past
Many will trust the God of Lust
And pay the price he asks.*

Writhe and dance
Leap and prance
Leave all but here and now
But in the end
The One will send
For those who took his vow...

So it was in the Beginning, and so it shall be in the End.

*Trust...asks. This is an allusion to an earlier work by the elven poet Dar'Sideous;
meant as something as an answer to the way he used it.