Tira, a poem

Somewhere, in the deep corners of the unknown,
Lies a place of which none of us know.

A place far different from the one in which we live.
A place where there is war, and a sacrifice to give.

A sacrifice to the goddess, of which there are eight.
All but one of which, we tend to desecrate.

There is Asura, the goddess of light.
And Kurayami, who rules the night.

And then there’s Kaze, as light as an afternoon breeze.
And Dachi , who lives within the flowers and trees.

Mizu, lover of the sea and ocean.
And her opposite; Ikazuchi, who sets the storms in motion.

Koori, who lives alone in mountains of snow.
And Faia, whose fire raging temper is the reason for her sorrow.

Once, they lived together, the humans and the elves.
But now, they keep to themselves.

One side killing the other, simply out of spite.
Doing horrible things, because they think they’re right.

It used to be a world of peace and song,
But then something went terribly wrong.

The strict teachings of the church took over.
Claming that Asura is the greatest, now and forever.

And that the elves and Kurayami’s children were not fit to exist.
They had no souls, no hearts, they wouldn’t be missed.

And though they were wrong by a mile,
The people believed them, and fell in to denial.
It is not wrong to kill that which doesn’t have a soul,
And that became the world’s goal.

To be rid of those monsters, to be pure and good.
Oh, but how they misunderstood.

They hunted the elves, and the children of the night.
While they were helpless, no salvation in site.

They do it out of fear, because they do not understand.
The powers that their enemies are said to command.

They have a strange power, that much is true.
Powers that we may never be able to construe.

But those powers are hidden, far away.
But, there always comes a day,

When they learn how to unlock them,
These powers, which have the ability to condemn.

And then there is the war, spread all across the land.
Because despite their fear, there are some willing to take a stand.

Lead by a golden eyed woman, with hair ebony black.
She hides her face as she leads the attack.

Her partners always at her side,
A crazy genius and a soldier full of pride.

It has been this way for years, and will be this way for years more.
Until all the undesirable ones are gone, or the rebels can settle the score.

Thousands dead to famine and war.
And their children are born, and the death totals continue to soar.

Neither side willing to give up, but must side will win.
Maybe this crisis will be resolved then?

And as she looks up at the starry sky,
Another innocent waits to die.

Will she meet the same untimely end,
As those that came before her did?

Or will they be able to save her, those who are proud to call her a friend.
And fulfill their promise, to stand by her till the end.

A boy with striking red hair,
Who on any other day, would walk the earth without a care,

Now waits with a stern face.
His normally cheery demeanor gone without a trace.

The brother of the condemned, speeding through the night.
Praying to the goddesses that his sister will be alright.

A boy clothed in black, who always acts cold,
And an elf girl, with long hair and a heart of gold.

United for one common cause,
To save this girl from death’s claws.

They must, for if they fail they will meet the same fate.
The brother closes his eyes, again praying that they aren’t too late.

For the girl was innocent, and could not be blamed,
Of the evils they had clamed

She had done nothing wrong, she deserved to live.
But now she was a sacrifice for the church to give,

To a goddess who had done nothing but bring suffering and pain,
Her worshipers have no idea, thy don’t know there is nothing to gain,

From a fake goddess, who in reality is equal to all the others.
They are all the world’s rulers, they are all the mothers,

Of the humans and the elves,
Who are just as equal themselves.

But someone always has to be better, someone has to be right.
And that, my friend, is why they fight.

Someone has to be better, greater, the best.
So that way they can look down upon the rest.

It wasn’t always this way, and things could still change.
If people could learn to accept that which they think is strange.

This place I speak of, it’s not even close to here.
Yet, at the same time, it is very near.

You see, it’s always with me, deep inside my heart.
The people I spoke of are my friends, and they are just a small part,








Of a world known as Tira.