Best Askance Poems
“Dwellers of the Ancients, is all be seeking The Fallen atop?
Well… be advised and turn back for to entertain he will not
It's been far too long since mortals have come before our sight
And above all, the coming of mortals is often the coming of blight
Yet, curious I am to see what wisdom does all sow to seek?
And mind me, is the outskirts to be still as unpromising and bleak?
Wait a leafy fall! Is that what I think the Amulet is what it is?
Is that really what I dare think to think what I really think IS?
And… The Sword of Sin, and The Bow of Azure and… and!
Oh my one and holy creator of trees and woods, the all-seer blends
I, Twit of the Sylvans have actually stumbled upon The Champions of Light
Me, the cleverest of all, the mightiest of both twilight and night!
The one who oversees and overrules the over-leaves and overall
The most knowledgeable, the most erudite and despite some say The MOST TALL…!
So, I’m Twit in my most humble nature to see to your needs
Your demands will Twit without question have them meet!
What’s it like being a Champion, The Knight of the Word?
Is the Mistress of The Word really ever once a berserker as of rumours heard?
Can the Mistress really heal with her bequeath powers? Though she
don’t look too well now!
Where is her overseer? The white owl that flies alongside around!
And The Defier, the one born just right after you died, remember?
You know, The Askance who ensave The Mistress from whence a berserker?
And of course, the Befallen Angel of Dreams who sacrifice for love
The one who now dwells in awaiting for you to return to serve?
What happened? After you died I mean... pardon Twit who say…
Where have you disappeared to all those time and to than return this day?
Its been more than a hundred years if my intelligent mind can remember precisely
And all this time to only be indulged in my duty given periods indefinitely
Pardon my nature Knight of The Word, have Twit asked much?
How would you like a Sylvan alongside to uplift as such?
Twit can serve in knowledge and in spirit despite being small
And in addition, Twit can assure all be welcomed into the Fallen’s ascendancy hall
So what do you say, Twit be one to join your quest in judiciary?
Indeed, yes?... yes it is… will you excuse me a peck and Twit be back in a jiffy”
Categories:
askance, imagination,
Form:
Rhyme
{And as we progress ever onward, I related all that need be said
Recounting only of recent and never the past for Twit to partake
Astonishingly for one as he, Twit’s astounding silence was almost unbearable
Listening too attentively, yet his welcoming approach was indeed charitable
And with the last of detail conveyed, we finally reach the summit
Though knowing time is against, my this one little time I’ll permit
There were breaths of splendour in company of unearthly delights
Leaves of green ever so rich with touches of dew in dusky sight
It was a moment so calm, where dreams are believable to come true
So full of divinity is the place and to think it even exist from few
Evermore so, with streaming waters running alongside so pure
Angelic times in melodic chimes in gentle harmony whence of yore
Breathtaking was the only thought in mind, yet I must press on
Laying Alkaiya on an enormous stone, I stood forth with Twit to guide along
Yet… of time within The Ancients exhausting away momentarily
An inevitable cause to open my eyes to see, I’m no more within flights of fantasy}
Was it a night I’ve slept to?
Was it a night before to remember?
Myself I awoke knowing not who?
Is there ever a moment to remember forever?
Ever once more, is the adventure to take root?
And once again, is adversity being the bringer of cause?
Are answers found in momentary neighbourhood?
Or be there givens to think always… for the lost!
Love in reality has nothing to compare…
Be it felt, be it dealt, simply misgivings to give
Yet threefold were in grievance to be aware
When its love in disorder and disarray to receive
I guess how I feel I haven’t the final say
Too much to consider, too much in deliberation about
Yet, whether reality or fantasy, them isn’t to sway
Is there a God or perhaps a Devil I can consult?
Love is there, love is where, love is everywhere
Whether in reality, either in dreams
With time only to belong an instance to share
Cause nothing in ever is ever to seem
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Categories:
askance, imagination,
Form:
Rhyme
We look, askance, at self in jest
with naked, empty eyes;
we try to chart the track that’s best
through life’s uncertain skies.
We cannot make an outward choice
without an inward glance
to check the state of mother’s voice--
we dare not take the chance.
The lords of ambiguity,
we work to earn a “name”,
pursuing great celebrity--
while demonizing same.
Categories:
askance, life
Form:
Unwashed but felt, my single to every a tear sunk with the rain
Is there no life of my own can I exchange for hers to remain?}
“Though your heart may be pitiful in nature
It is seen that strength exist in one’s heartfelt structure
The tragedy witnessed is indeed uncalled for and unkind
The wrath of the Leech-King has succeeded in breaking the chains of time
However one is to think the terrors it is capable to unleash
Isn’t to be as compared to the horrors the spawn leeches it release
One being underway to consume the life of the Mistress of War
Tasting the blood, licking the soul till finally of death to befall
Yet, death is only to be the beginning of her worst nightmare
The service to the void must she forever be in servitude to bare
Time is always against those who would seek the path of faith
Every turn is only to promise another tide of evil to wave
I speak solemnly in words for my powers isn’t harvested for healing
Neither is The Angel of Dreams capable of such cursed nurturing
The Word however, will have a way to alleviate this travesty
Yet, time isn’t to favour one’s path towards the ultimate destiny
Perhaps only a day or two remains before Alkaiya is to turn side
And to have one as Holy to abide to The Void… is as well to welcome eternal night
Be warned Knight of the Word, Alkaiya is one’s guide within The Ancients
Where one is to be lost, all is lost… and either will be banished from existence
There is still a providential way to prevail over this quandary
Though it isn’t to cure fully, it is however the unsurpassed remedy
There is a God, a fallen God alike The Befallen Angel of Dreams
A day’s walk to the Mount of Ecilia is where he resides therein
I am not to promise a conceivable outcome to foresee
I can only assure… this being the finest proposal to be
And one need not fear to be alone, for I will guide the way
If not to ensure for the lives of the Champions… remains to stay
Live and let live one’s destine life within The Ancients to be
Do not be troubled by an enigmatic outcome, one is unable to see
Our paths must we bear the burdens our tormented souls will lead
My once path directed to failure where you must now succeed
Let us be on our way to ascend the treacherous mountains upon
To be there, will one’s subsequent path be unraveled along…”
Categories:
askance, imagination,
Form:
Rhyme
Let a moment be left for you Sir Knight, to cautiously consider
The consequence to face till the curse be lifted one day, forever”
{Once again, is the Gods in profound trickery to undermine
Us as mortals to suffer their lain path of in-comprehensive time
In order to ensave Alkaiya must I be in bond with her soul
To travel together and to battle as individuals to each a role
However, with the known fact to embrace lies the least of fear
Rather, it’s the significance of love never to be… is to tear
After all this time… when everything seems to be in place
The drastic turn has to unfold for yet another peril to face
With thoughts of the promised peace to The Ancients in one hand
Or to love and share a death with nothing else to matter of when?
I spared a thought for a while, looking at Alkaiya once more
And with Twit looking upon me, I carried her into the ascendancy hall}
“Needless to say, I already knew what you have in mind
Upon risk with which to face, I shall nay harass to remind
Be it so… mayhaps of words I should and will offer in solace
Conceptualise yourself to be in hearty bonds with her at the best
There is to be no other who can be as close in spiritual essence
Though nay to be in love, there is more to be in existence
Though a healer I’m engifted to be in my time to serve
I do make sense of what it beholds to be… to be in love
It never is of your choosing to choose the sparse choices of choice
Only to accept the path of Heaven with us manipulated as toys
Now, one may lie down as still beside the Mistress of War
For the coming of dawn, will Alkaiya be life and well as recall
Do not trouble yourself with affection, Knight of the Word
More important matters are to be dealt with, of fate be heard
Or mayhaps you can live in hope for the curse be one day cured
And mayhaps then, can love be declared with a bond truly pure”
Categories:
askance, imagination,
Form:
Rhyme
“My beloved Knight, my Knight of the Word
I am but no more than a futile peasant to be left unheard
I fear my existence has only to cause more trouble than of help
To seek borrowed time will mean moments of time lessen to be dealt
I’m nay to remember much after the entry of the leech
And bearing this eventful catastrophe, I’m more to be certain under siege
If nay to be now, there may never well be another time to share a secret of mine
And mayhaps this secret I should have once regarded with time
Of given periods through our acquaintances, our journey as one
From a time since a beginning, whence our names come undone
My affection towards you were to be a hundred years away
Loved you were by both Ei-rian and me till even this very day
I haven’t the courage to voice my hidden passion and desire
To only travel in silence, in an ever lonesomeness of timeless dire
Too much lies at hand to know emotions must be left aside
With the war weighing upon our dreaded lives, have we only the will to fight!
And appearing thereafter, is to be Ei-rian the Angel of Dreams
Yet, she be the only one who can show you what The Ancients is to mean
Thereafter my engiven freedom, heard were grave news of you
Death upon swift wings in exchange to begin my life anew
When heard were tales about your traveling with Ei-rian
I am to envy the path of love between you and the Angel of Dreams
And as lonely as The Ancients is to be with no one else
I’m to learn later, the cause of your death was from love itself
Since your return, I do fear to present my love as once again
Yet now… I fear even more to die without a love to remain
Though as uncertain from then as now, I am nay to know how you feel?
However, I rather you know before my time with death be seal
If love from you has nay a blossom for me, I do understand
And I’m nay to ask for return, neither of borrowed love to lend
I’m lighthearted indeed to have a chance to voice my aspiration
Moreover to know, us be traveling together to our destination
How have you the capability to save me? I’m nay to know…
My life now will forever be indebted to you, must you enfold!”
Categories:
askance, imagination,
Form:
Rhyme
And I lay myself down upon the lifeless patch to somehow contemplate
Looking at the darken Heaven before me… my darkness awaits
My personality has redefine me in an unrecognised absolution
Of my world, of The Ancients… who am I in definition?
It took me so long to find a place in my world as today
How I wonder, can my salvation be found anymore anyway?
And I took to the skies, beyond all of which that matters most
Is there anymore this one dream… I am to feel fairly as close}
My thoughts were left with dreams
Thinking of Ei-rian and of the forsaken words
What more is life of mine to mean?
Is my time not bestowed enough of the weird?
With memories channeling me always to the distance
My once life as Knight of the Word, I’m never to forget
Yet in relative to my mortality, I’m fuelled with reasons
To be doubtful in most every way for morrows to regret
Alkaiya whom now I’m free to love, but I cannot
For the greater good if ever to have exist if not at all
Battles of the mind, forever is another war be fought
I wonder if goodness in exchange is worth fighting for?
Rather to fear for Ei-rian then the laws of Heaven
Her casualness appalls me in ways indecipherable and unknown
If only memories have had its way to simply unlearn!
My guess would be either here or there, I will no longer be lone!
Where is real to really be considered reality?
Is everything an illusion, as well for love to feel?
Was there a yesterday as of today to have a moment?
Where is the time whence to know… I knew…
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Categories:
askance, imagination,
Form:
Rhyme
Life is only to be this much and nothing more
Learn to simply forget those memories unnecessary to recall
Unforgiving is time to bid one’s undesired sorrows to end
Embrace the feelings taught less to enable oneself to further comprehend
Never once is time the reason to forgive misfortunes eventually
It is upon oneself’s choosing to be in acceptance willingly
Ignorance speaks profoundly towards those of insensitive souls
Incapable of acknowledging what truth purely enfolds
The flow of time is inexcusable in the desire to naturally heal
In turn, it is form only for the existence of moments to reveal
Yet to you, time is birth from an entirely different origin
Echoing life and death throughout another world within
Soon to be will you learn of which all is meant to be
A world where one has not the upbringing to believe
If you would only listen to which most would ignore
That of one’s choosing will questions be answered in difficulties no more
Time awaits… awaiting its bearer is the unsealing time
Be in acceptance and one be assured will not be forsaken behind”
{I have a dream that I can fly
With moments simply passing by
Due at times, I remember no more who am I
Yet I care less to ask even why…}
And I awoke disorientated from the trance
Finding myself lost and alone once more in my room
Though lonely, I certainly felt calm
And knowing earnestly, I’m to meet The Askance again soon
As I begin to see life in a different light
I realize that his coming has a deeper reasoning beyond
A mystery as black as any night
Is truth to reveal itself if with time I’m to travel along?
Having enabled myself though not totally
I’m somewhat sadden by how most humanities had blindly live
Can life truly, I determine honestly?
Yet the forbidden has un-forbid me to believe
Perhaps I should seek answers of his origins!
Why is serving time, presenting our acquaintance?
To live a probable life of wondrous dreams
To truly accept what reality terms the unacceptance
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Categories:
askance, imagination,
Form:
Rhyme
{Despite the real world, I guess people of this nature is inescapable
In bound to meet in every crossroads of life, unjustly though providential
Though proud, he is harmless with limitless curiosity to kill
And unlike me, he isn’t afraid to voice how he actually feels
I don’t favour to have his company, yet… his aid is required
To gain entry with ease into the Fallen’s path is afterall desired
Time is always against us, and Alkaiya is weakening in regard
And with newfound love, I’m to be prepared to be torn apart
Is love in reality really to differ from love in The Ancients?
Or is love more cherished in make believe as compared to reasons?
Day by day… Alkaiya becomes more vibrant atween my mind
A self love in a part where only reality can expose to learn in time
Though… despite of love grown for her, I cannot forget Ei-rian
A journey known only by us both… a love and never a dream
With a despair to place us in place, from a hundred years away
With a passion in dire to chase, from a hundred years today
… Alkaiya, Ei-rian and now even reality is at its awakening
Can thoughts be of less in otherwise a man’s reasoning?}
“I do ask for forgiveness to have to keep all awaiting for Twit
Yet, it really isn’t easy to choice a successor whom isn’t weak!
Come now, we go to the fallen healer Sylvius for enlightenment
For as what Twit sees, the Mistress needs be with him a moment
What of times seen and met will you not see through it all?
What of given periods of mishap have you not lived in to befall?
A matter of days in a matter of ways in no matter to sway
Truth is never false, fake is never true is still of words who say
Perhaps you can enlighten Twit as to what have happened so far?
With knowledge will come words to say, whether truth or bizarre”
Categories:
askance, imagination,
Form:
Rhyme
The Defiance
I feel this night to be stolen from me
This endless night when I’m sitting lone
Day by day, the ever quest is ever harder to see
Of a life to belong never mine… to own
From several weeks ago to only seem too soon
Were my days a helpless stray into the arms of night!
From a dawning Sun to share sorrows alike till a dusking moon
Should there ever be a tranquility to shed a sympathy light?
As remembered, the life of Alkaiya hangs upon a thread
Whether alive it be or death be claimed, remains unknown
With a future unseen, my thoughts were unwritten to be read
And I yearn for the fruits of The Ancients be rapidly sown!
Let there be tranquility to will, of this I pray
No matter the endless nights of places searched in vain
With age, were dreams dreamt much lesser towards everyday!
Might The Askance be of aid to deliver me once again?
Have I forgotten my bearings, my place in the world?
Have I forgotten the belated me, from a once life I live?
Did I remember my dreams with portals welcoming in swirl?
Are there no more of mystic evidence to once more believe?
And I enclose my eyes, envisioning a once moment before
Endearing the fabrics of time woven with melodic aria
However much of information I’m to congregate I’ll recall
Anything and everything I’ll do in sacrifice for Alkaiya
{And as I open my eyes to believe what I’m to see
Alkiaya is in my arms in distance hopes never to be
Is it a dream, simply a dream and nothing more?
If I am to blink my eyes, is the moment nevermore to recall?
And with tears to relent to, I’m to see the truth as true
Of concerns ingrain to forever dispose to never again feel
It is at this moment I’m to know how much she is to mean
If not to love, neither to hold, be perhaps what love can bring
I guess as long she’s alive and by my side, there is nothing more to ask for
And should the day be known when together in love, may well be meant so much more
In the meantime, Twit the Sylvan is already rejoicing in joy
Regaining once again, his special magical ability to annoy
Sylvius isn’t anywhere unfortunately, to share this occasion
A wonder for a Fallen as the hopes of The Ancients is in assurance
However is the future to unfold, my heart has taken a leap
To be entwined with Alkaiya as evidently she wills to speak}
Categories:
askance, imagination,
Form:
Rhyme
Of Life Unknown
Those nights simply vanishes along
A memory of her only remains now in dreams
In exchange, is of lonesomeness whence love begone
Alike some thoughts, taking upon stolen wings
Somehow time amazes me much still
Little by little, I’ve forgotten how to love her
Time, probably being the best medicine to heal
Else some passion isn’t that of comfort so dear
I needed some form of isolation I lack
As I remember those words which had drawn me some while ago
Pondering once again, was he a demon himself I’ve met?
Am I forsaken even by him, or must I await yet another morrow?
A shimmer to every passing hour remains
Awaiting in silence, yearning for company like never before
Yet, time is withering away like it never became
Beyond eternal realm, are you not to appear once more?
With the whelming silence echoing the night
Of shadows gracing the walls, seemingly much livelier than I
A moment to be, a moment enchanted of unearthly delights
I suddenly felt unnaturally calm, almost certain I could fly
“Am one not to know, of my presence you solemnly seek
Is not summon upon a wish, in turn, I am only to response if
tranquility will permit
Perhaps this engiven enlightenment might aid you to further understand
Where spirits travel lone, better wizen is simply through timeless when
I sense one’s awakening emotions of anguish withheld
Be in acceptance to embrace for one’s thought to be read well
Welcome that of which need not guidance to be heard
Surrender oneself wholesomely and answers will unveil through
unspoken words
Categories:
askance, imagination,
Form:
Rhyme
The Age Of Misrule
Life is never more as normal as it should
Days to only ponder in wonder where tomorrow leads?
My darkest of dream has long since left its root
Where sleep is no longer an open war that bleeds
It was already a year since The Ancients became
The Askance is only ever so what a nightmare means
Though Alkaiya, The Mistress of War I’m never to see again
Yet truly missed is Ei-rian The Befallen Angel of Dreams
Though of reality I embrace as my own
I knew regardless I’m never the same as before
With the inborn illusion I’m infused to sown
How much of life can I deter from…afterall!
And brought to life are but words in my this lifetime
Perhaps only in words I can honestly surrender
With so much of time simply forsaken behind
Yet my search for tranquility remains forever an after
Amongst this darken ambient I sat myself upon
My glass of wine can perhaps only represent this serenity
Recent became places like this I belong
Hidden in darkness, hiding from reality
{Seeing darkness as my own, I dreamt of words
Yet no voice from beyond remains inspirational to be heard
And I dared beyond, daring to venture into depths
If only, to have only my unsatisfactory desires be met
Darkness veiling darkness… time dissolving time
Silence in pure silence… a tranquility forgotten behind
Darkness began its outspread, from without then within
Perhaps a soft chanting, a whisper of aria is to begin herein
Voices from the soulless children were heard in recognition
An enigmatic chanting I can finally acknowledge as freedom
And I was at once entranced by the lyrical tunes
Forgetting myself from whence I embrace reality to loom
I felt lifted with a grace of discerning thoughts
Of tranquility I yearn, need nevermore be fought
Like stars awaiting to be focus… to be seen beautiful
A mindset abandoning troubles, in riddance for the age of misrule
And there, the ultimacy in my grasp, in my wake
How soon before, I wonder is all to ultimately fade?
Where voices rose then higher for mortal’s ears to comprehend
Silence became all but deafening, when its no more I understand}
Categories:
askance, imagination,
Form:
Rhyme
And the cemetery was thunderstruck,
so was I.
Cold, gray, March evening—
winds pushing the clouds
spewing slanting icy rain,
with a low angry murmur.
From the traffic signal I saw you,
standing firm on the ground
your neck stretched upward,
looking directly above
past the rain that occluded your view
Your blonde hair flew in all directions and
your hands —planted steadily by your side
unlike men and women who stand
with heads bowed down and hands
clasped in prayer for their dead.
Who were they I wonder,
whose grief stabs your soul!
A child you carried in your womb,
Or a husband who walked your side?
Was it mom who provided you shade
Or dad whose shoulders you rode?
A sister who hugged you in those times
Or a brother whose shoes you stumbled upon?
A friend without who was your sunshine
Or a beau who had your heart?
Wanted to stand stealthily behind you
Or throw a rock at the sky above.
But who was I to disturb the defiance?
Your repartee with the wizard,
your moments of askance—
“Lord, why did you pluck them?
And since You did
Now, strike me dead
Don’t want this world
Where they don’t tread”
2nd place in contest "Any poem you ever penned"
Categories:
askance, death,
Form:
Verse
As we began our ways with Alkaiya in my arms
I knew I was walking towards an awakening reality
And with the undesired reality to come undone
I started to wonder if there ever will be another tranquility?
The paths ahead only promises to be deadlier still
Is destiny to predetermine the succession of either’s supremacy?
Both The Word and The Void, The war between the unreal
Am I really the cause to affect the balance of total ultimacy?
Yet… all that matters now, is the life of Alkaiya
Her infirmly life where only I can perhaps ensave or let die?
And with my unsleeping self, the distance to be is as yet afar
Am I always to despair in reality with a heavy sigh?
Consumed by my own wrath, I see to the day’s passing
Envisioning the impossible, knowing not the unprecedented fate
And of love, uncalled for in any sacrificial asking
Is there a dream… a one earnest dream to rightfully await?
With Alkaiya, its of love to whence outlast
A love pure and unkind, unknown and anew
With Ei-rian, its of love to belong the past
A love impure but kind, a memory left be sealed
It is not of my choosing to unfold the hidden night
I cannot know what seem destined as Knight of the Word
Yet gratefully, my hours of dark is not without light
To have The Askance to aid me through paths unheard
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Categories:
askance, imagination,
Form:
Rhyme
And the metal fell from my hands for a need to find embrace
A desire to hold on to a once love I have given up to chase
Yet I stood rooted to my ground, fixated to the image before me
Daring not a move for what I did, if I can ever believe to be
And Ei-rian’s hand is reaching out towards me just than
Weak and almost pleading is her with life to a nearing end
Tears is already blurring my vision as I stumble towards her
Life of a beloved once thief remains beyond all to only fear
Holding her whitening hand, my life with hers has together left
The last of her words I hear to remain a memory is all I have}
“Dreams isn’t as always what reality will reveal
For my death to replace that of Alkaiya will prove true
My service to The Heavens is finally to come to its end
My love to you as well… draws a final as of when
You possess the Heaori Spirit now as Alkaiya once was
Only The Goddess Of Word can help you now to this cause
And you my beloved knight, has done what others could nay
You and only you, the Knight Of The Word has open the way
Leave me be, never look back to this moment, my belove
For a greater cause, for evil to cease is my death than be worth
Alkaiya… I leave to you now this man
A man who has taught me what Gods never can
Aidan… my belove, in Heavens I will no longer remain
Yet… shall my soul wanders, a thousand years for you I’m willing to await ever again”
{Within Alkaiya’s arms, with her hand in mine, she died
And into nothingness she vanishes, perhaps into dreams forever she shall hide
Silence is all that is left upon this emptiness that remains
How did life ever become to have lives left to only ever became?
All I have live for is as well for nothing to have lived
In existence to only see tragedy happening alongside with
The poison in Alkaiya, my newfound curse and Ei-rian’s death
Hope has only to diminish more each time, hope has all but left
Categories:
askance, imagination,
Form:
Rhyme