What was will ne’er be so again,
yesterday, a faded and forgotten old friend.
We cannot capture the moment,
it slips so easily away,
We cannot touch tomorrow,
Until it becomes today.
Yet, a hope can inspire…
a reason to live on.
Some kindling for the fire
of a blazing new dawn.
If the tower should cut
what threads remain fast,
and accept that its present
has given way to the past,
Then it can assemble
the Chosen at last,
for the magic is already stirring.
What was once the meaning,
is no longer, alas,
That ship is adrift,
forlorn and downcast,
But a new day is coming,
its warriors amassed,
And the magic is steadily growing.

GemQuest, Book II, The Awakening

When all that they are is all they will be,
And the fires of change burn out on the sea,
When the winds of tomorrow blow back yesteryear,
And the past is the sum they have left to hold dear,
When they dare not move forward,
Yet they cannot go back,
When their sons and their daughters
Despise them their lack,
When betrayal seems better
Than staying the course,
When the most they can do
Is remember their loss,
When they find themselves trapped ‘tween
Their wants and their needs,
When the air that sustains them
Grows poisonous to breathe,
Beware He comes hither…
He slips through their door,
A vision of beauty,
So arrant and sure,
A promise of salvation,
A seductive entreat,
A glimpse of tomorrow,
A victory so sweet,
He offers eternity,
He claims that he may,
Alas, all he gives them
Is darkness, not day.
And who will be left then
To show them the way?
Who in the tower
Will guide them this day?

GemQuest, Book II, The Awakening

The darkness gathers on the shores of dreams,
Blood red flow the rivers and the streams,
Black pools of night smother the land,
Mighty boulders crumble into sand,
Wherefore art the gold and silver bands?
Behold, a man
Behold, a man
A child is born, yet disappears,
a tree is born, and who will hear its lonely cry?
A fire bursts upon the sky,
The maids arise with open eyes,
And change the purpose of their lives,
and who will know the reason why?
And who will know the reason why?
The sleeping child shall awaken soon,
his senses shall all be attuned
to the other, whom he has yet to greet.
To the other, and should they ever meet
the Gem will burn with fire anew,
and the trees will pass, all but a few.
The trees will pass, all but a few.
The Chosen shall die in the darkness alone
bereft and far away from home,
his body turned to ash and bone.
A stepping stone?
A stepping stone.
This age will fade into the next,
Embracing time with its soft caress,
but will the races pass the test?
Or perish just like all the rest?
Or perish just like all the rest?

GemQuest, Book II, The Awakening