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The first part of the opening poem for Concavia.

Hey everyone, I’m still working on this next two page spread for Humanity Lost, it’s a crowded market scene with a lot of depth and I just keep adding more and more details, but I think you’ll agree that it was worth it in the end when I finally get to show you it.

So that you have something to read and look at whist I’m working on that, I figured I’d share a little more from my fantasy book titled Concavia with you. This is a demonstration page from the opening poem of the book. The alliterative verse poem tells the reader about the creation of the world and how the many gods, Alves & Albes, Dwalves and creatures of the world came to be. It also tells of the rise and fall of civilisation and of the great flood.

Here is the full text for part one:

The Golden Age I

Lord Leuada   loosed His fire.

He shot His shine   in shafts of light.

In fathomless fields   found was Támhas.

His shape shown   shorn from blackness.

Light was Leuada   the loftiest one.

Deepest dark was   dreadful Tàmhas.

Day and dark   the deathless twain¹.

The two touched   in tideless gloom.

No land lay   for lords to tread.

No sea nor sand   nor sunlit field.

No wight² was waking   walking abroad.

Want there was   wide and empty.

The cunning crafters   cast a ring.

Between both   bareness and waste.

The golden gird³   “Gelh” was named.

Their feet found   its fair sands.

Eye met eye   even in standing.

Wandered they wide   in wondrous frith⁴.

By shore the shadow   shaped the loam⁵.

Making a maiden   of matchless sheen⁶.

Breath bereft⁷ She,   a body unwaking.

No wit within   nor warmth or shade⁸.

Támhas, troubled   talked to Leuada.

He burned bright   with blazing thought.

Leuada leaned   letting out breath.

He kissed Her kindly   kindling warmth.

Waking Her wit⁹   with warmth of life.

Fair was flesh   when fire stirred.

“Mehter” He marked Her   “may it hold.”

Támhas was torn   taken by yearning.

With warm words   Her will was known.

The light lord   left with Mehter.

In leaming light   they lay hidden.

Long they lingered   lost to Támhas.

No more a maid   Mehter betrothed¹⁰.

The fair frow   in fullness shone.

Blessed Her belly,   She bore five.

Sibling sons and   sisters three.

“Buxom¹¹ and bright   boons¹² are thine¹³!”

The light-lord   lovingly spake.

The suns sons   such were named.

Watery Woodir and   windy Duneos.

The wonderful wenchels¹⁴   were named.

Firalah the free   fang-Gyden¹⁵.

Florawah the fair   flower-Gyden.

Swoma the swathed   swamm¹⁶-Gyden.

Támhas trowed¹⁷ not   troth was plighted¹⁸.

Nor wist¹⁹ the woman   worked²⁰ new ones.

Leuadas light   left them shrouded.

Later Leuada   left her side.

Letting Her lie   in longed-for rest.

Alone for long   in lands unwarded²¹.

The Sun sank   south bound.

His blinding beam   borne away.

No longer laying   by lady’s side.

At whiles²² wandering   with weans²³ in tow.

Of Maiden Mehter   minded²⁴ Tàmhas.

looking aloft   to lofty rim.

To golden Gelh   that girds the waste.

He watched a while   weaving thoughts.

In shroud of shadow   He shaped wiles.

“Mehter is mine,”   muttered Támhas.

“Her shape I shaped,   She should yield!”

“Why must she mar   her maker’s heart?

Why would work   win no boot²⁵?”

Said He sadly   sour at heart.

Forth He fared   with fire in breast.

He found Her fair   in fields alone.

Words he wove   wooing and sly.

“O maid I made   mete²⁶ your love.

I shaped thy self   from sandy loam.”

She spurned His speech   springing away.

With evil in eye   His eagerness waxed²⁷.

Támhas tried to   take Her by main²⁸.

To ward²⁹ the woe   wove She spells.

Her shouts shaped   Her shanks³⁰ to biters.

Her legs in likeness   of lindworms³¹ coiled.

Grimly He gripped   Gyden Mehter.

He wrested³² Her writhing   wracked³³ Her sore.

Foully forlain³⁴ was   fairest Mehter.

Her cries were keen   as cutting winds.

Rightwise³⁵ wrothful   rose the sun.

Hard His hunt,   no halt allowing.

“Flee not from fight,   face me now!”

Támhas tottered³⁶   trapped from flight.

twisted twit³⁷    twin spake.

“Whatfor ye war   with wode³⁸ on me?

Ye strive for strife   what stead³⁹ is this?

I made Mehter   with mud and spit.

Mehter is mine   my making alone.

Thief art thou   thwarter of joy!”

Forgiveness forbad⁴⁰   fiery Leu

“Thou marred Mehter   made Her unwhole.”

He deemed doughtily   dooming Támhas.

“Untrue thy upbraiding⁴¹”   uttered Tamhas.

Lordy Leuada   loudly roared.

“Stern strikes will   stem your lies.”

His twin twisted   Twirling in flight.

Fire-lord followed   full of wroth.

Fighting from fair   floor of Gelh.

To hollow heights   they hove⁴² above.

Finding no footing   yet flying upward.

As lapwings lift   yet lacked were wings.

A fell fist   flew down.

A baleful blow   to break Támhas.

Leuada lifted it   lightning fast.

And laid it low   lashing His foe.

No winged wit   could ward that blow

So speedily sent   no sight beheld.

The shadow shed   His shell and flew.

In shame shot   from shape the soul.

His ghost was gone   to gaping deep.

Left was the lorn⁴³   and lifeless heap.

His hollow husk   was hurled below.

And maiden Mehter’s   mirth⁴⁴ did glow.

She found her foe   fallen low.

Lordly Leuada   law did sow.

Blest his bidding   to bind the wretch.

To work with will   to warp the lich⁴⁵.

To shut his shade   where shine won’t go.

To forbid him far   from Gelh’s glow.

A sound safehold   to seal out woe.

A walled off world   to ward the foe.

A sheathing shield   to shut Him out.

Called Concavia   thus came it about.

From His flesh   was framed⁴⁶ the world.

His body’s bones   birthed all stones.

His body’s bladder   birthed the sea.

His body’s breath   birthed the sky.

His body’s blood   birthed all iron.

Soon twas seen   seed She bore.

Black was the baby   born of Mehter.

Sharing no sheen   of shining kin.

Támhas’ tainted   token He bore.

Leuada looked and   loathed the sight.

His rage renewed   red as dawn.

He dared to drive   darkling away.

Mehter, mourning,   made her plea:

“Blackness begot Him   but I birthed him.

Half his heart   holds my light.

No babe is born   bent to ill.”

Sooth⁴⁷ She said   He saw the truth.

Goodness gave the   Gyden to child.

Mirthful Mehter   made no evil.

They deemed the darkling   Dhegoma be named.

Dhegoma dhengwo   the dark earth.

For flesh followed   His father’s likeness.

Whose broken body   bore the world.

Then Leuada looked   to land below.

Bright in his being   burning up high.

Hovering in the hollow   heart of the sky.

Sending sunshine   searing and restless.

But glaring gave   grief overlong.

No shade shaded   shore nor tor⁴⁸.

Stark and still   was starry Gelh.

At rest the ring   raised by twins.

The sun sought to   soothe the land.

With might He moved   to mete His light.

Gelh, the girdle,   gleamed back.

Leuada, alone   longing for fairness.

Broke the band   in boldest deed.

Rending the ring   to reckon time.

In wisdom working   wonders four.

Four fiery and   fair “moons”.

Moons were made   from mould of Gelh.

Winding wheels   which whirl around.

The suns seat   was set between.

Sharing shine and   shade about.

Below the bands   they bore shadow.

“Night” it was named   in nether lands.

Night was not   naked of light.

Lesser lights   lit that time.

Darker than day   dim for sight.

Moonlight was made   milder and slight.

Thus days were doled⁴⁹   and dealt out,

Morning met   with midnight’s fall.

Dawn and dusk   and dayrise set.

Forever His fire   was fairer shared.

Spent were His spells   and spark within.

With works woven   His will slackened.

Rays ran on   yet rest gripped.

Mehter mourned Her   man to wake.

He will not wake   till world’s end⁵⁰.

The dawn of days   drew to a close.

Golden greatness   gave way.

Its setting saw in   a silvery rise.