This poem is from the first novel in the series called The Chronicles Of Astarling. A fantasy series based upon the home world of Astaling and originating at Pektnot, a continent on same said world. The inhabitants are known as the Rynmorian.
From The Chronicles Of Astarling/A Novel
Vri Curan Wolt Caball
The Crimson Lord Returns Poem
Dawn breaks and is witness to a blood-soaked landscape
Once covered and flourishing with fragrant grasses and beauteous flowers.
Now torn from the ground both root and stem
Dead and dying all hopelessly strewn
A picture is painted both deathly and grim.
Fields of reed and timothy so full of life
Damask, catch fly and mist flowers with breath so alive
All innocent of decay or knowledge of strife
Each pedal and stem a woman and a man
Life’s end upon the edge of a blade
The cut of a knife
Nay-none may keep a stand.
Oh mortal night
Oh direful day
A nightmare of dread-Vri Curan Wolt is here but to stay.
Death to all Lorian
Death to all Fae
Woe our armies disbanded
Our firmness of purpose in decay
Astarling was torn and tattered like unto shards of broken glass scattered in disarray
Vri Curan Wolt no longer held at bay.