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The Pattern's War.

Part one: Beginnings

Please my people do come closer, little ones as well.
Come and hear the strangest visions of which I will tell.
For I can see, thorugh half veiled eyes in heaven and in hell,
and in even stranger places, through the magic well.

It was in the twilight shadows, it was getting dark,
yet I saw the trees so clearly, leaves and trunk and bark.
And there was a cave within a barren slope so start.
And within the desolation a horse's footsteps, hark!

A horse was nearing, dark, so dark, as dark as sky at night.
On it seated, without saddle, a little lady bright.
Her presence was quite powerfull, htough her stature only slight.
She wore strange clothes, but stranger still, her hair it was stark white.

They dismounted and they entered, this strange opposing pair,
and within the cave they rested, made a fire there.
And food was made, and I hoped that this was not the lair
of some strange beast or simply of a wolf, lion or bear.

But she would not be long alone, for soon another came,
and asked if she could enter of this little, white-haired dame.
This ladies hair was even stranger, long green flowing mane,
Together sitting they were talking by the fire's flame.

And stranger colors I saw there, when another one came by.
This one was male, with hair just like a flame's dark colored sigh.
He asked if he could enter and the ladies let him nigh
and so then there were three of them, the fire burning high.

They sat and ate and suddenly, just out of thin air,
another lady, just like that, did also appear there.
She was foxy (yes I'll say so), had long black colored hair,
and all the others had, this seeing, was an openmouthed stare.

Stranger it became, thsi would be a very crowded place,
if visitors would keep arriving, following this pace.
And so it happened, for I saw within the fire's blaze
a gold haired lady finding then her way to this cave's maze.

One more was to arrive, I saw him hiding far outside,
he sent a giant moth to catch these people in the night.
But Goldhair ended this small test in a short and violent fight.
And then he came closer there within the cave so bright,
his sable colored hair which seemed absorbing all the light.

This group is now together and will go a long, long way.
Whitehair will be stronger than she now would ever say.
Ravenhair's inexperienced, but that she will not stay,
Redhair is quite secretive will often nothing say.

Greenhair's kind and confident, she knows her way around,
Goldhair is the valiant one, will win many a round.
Sablehair so cautious, will ne'er be fully bound,
mabye in a group they will the powers great astound.

I don't know what these people will accomplish for themselves,
but I know they're important since I saw them very well.
That is why I now this story to you all together tell,
and whatever then may happen, remember this all well!
 
 
Part two: The finding of a goal

If you heared me lately you have known the six who went
to manage their strange business, but their roads were subtly bent.
Untill within a small slight cave they were together pent.
And after they had met then it was there their night was spent.

Within the night a seventh came and number eight came too.
They came in through the back side, the same time as morning dew.
The seventh she was Brownhair and from weather bad she flew,
the eighth man who was Rune-eye, hte place he came from no one knew
(and he left there quickly too).

Rune-eye came from The Mystery, the city shadowless.
But now the shadows kept on changing and they left their mess.
Even in that centreplace, strategic just like chess.
The seven they were asked to make this bitter danger less.

But two they left to other place, Ravenhair went first.
She left because her house by unknown strangers had been searched.
She didn't trust this strange group, who would know what plans they nursed!
And Brownhair came to visit her to quench her knowledge-thirst.

The rest they started looking for the mother Greenhair had,
for she was kidnapped, Greenhair knew, and feared that she was dead.
The others then did follow whne they left the caves' hard bed,
and Rune-eye left to follow to where his own road had led.

When the trail was followed they still didn't have a clue,
until Whitehair asked her water-flow to show all that it knew.
And following that path they found a bowman in a yew,
around all this a small white owl there softly blinking flew.

Carefully they did avoid this bowman's arrows keen,
some of them surrounded his high hiding all unseen.
Goldhair, who was of the all the group with weapons unmatched queen,
she finally did conquer him with silver weapon's sheen.
(and that is all I"ve seen).
 
 
Part three: Learning

Of the five who looked for Greenhair's mother I have told,
they followed her into a country silent and so bold.
There they saw a little campfire burn against the cold,
made by a lady name of Dawn with hair of yellow-gold.

She came into their company and offered them her aid.
Then they rode on as morning came before it'd be too late.
They found strange roses who did live on sweet red blood they ate,
they saw a village and a keep but passed it's threatening gate.

They came unto a message-tower from where light was sent.
They wanted to learn to what purpose the short bursts were lent.
So one diverted all the guards, while the other his time spent
learning from the message book in which their code was penned.

Then they were within the city that is where they've been,
Greenhair looking for her mother whom she hadn't seen
for months now, with a purpose had she kept her eye so keen,
and then the king who was there, always looking for a queen.

Whitehair went to serve him though his servant she was not.
Worked with all the palace maids, and unobtrusive lot,
wearing cast-off clothes that she had at the market bought,
to greenhairs mother and the king with grace their supper brought.

The king was so distracted he behaved much like a ghost.
That didn't keep from  celebrating all the palace host.
The lady looked looked unhappy, didn't change that for a toast.
Whitehair got confused and kept on serving for the most.
 
 
Part four: Werewolves

THe next day all the serving maids were waiting at the gate,
Whitehair stood among them, was not early and not late,
suddenly a group of werewolves hunted with a hate,
thought there was no nicer morsel then a serving maid.

The werewolves killed and hunted througout all the city broad,
and Whitehair Brownhair, Blackhair they were all that ever fought.
The rest just ran or was the food the werewolves had not bought.
The whole day through they hunted and defeated they were not.

In evening late they suddenly all to a fountain went.
And Greenhair's mother they took with them, they did not relent.
They jumped into the fountain which with all wolves did not bend,
for through the fountainwater was another magic land.

Minutes later all came there to look at this real close.
Yellowhair and Greenhair brought with them the Silver Rose.
They tried to follow through the water but only wet their nose,
then decided they would study this phenomena up close.
 
 
Part five: Pattern's fight

They entered then another place, where pulled by pattern's will,
the pattern that the Silver Rose had made to danger's thrill.
Greenhair went to this pattern she'd be searching right untill,
she would know who her father was, her search then be fulfilled.

Was it the Silver Rose or Checquered Black and Red? And still
She was accepted by the pattern, but never got her will.
The pattern sent her onwards for Eric then to kill,
it was looking for his final death and held a hatred still.

Greenhair got a net the pattern asked her then to take,
and to let go the magic for there was a lot at stake.
When they arrived at Eric then it started to unmake
the haven put up by the first, that pattern's will to break.

But Chequered Black and REd was then saved by some of these ones,
he was taken from the falling castle just in time by chance,
and both the patterns pushed and pulled, it was a power-dance,
But Sablehair went in-between, and forged an alliance.

So now they rest at Amber's castle, wounded, sometimes spent,
but wellcomed by the castle's king who gave them his consent.
They think to this adventure they have given a good end,
but where do you think the next time they will be therefore sent?
 
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Kind van Chaos

Papa, is her waar dat wat de Zilv'ren Roos vertelt?
Kom jij dan van die plaats die and'ren kennen als de hel?
Kom jij dan van een thuis dat steeds verandert, steeds maar weer,
waar alles blijft verwisselen, verwarrend keer op keer?
Ben ik een kind van Chaos zoals Corwin heeft gedacht?
Ben ik onder hun machtsstrijd en hun spelletjes gebracht?

Papa, kan ik nu echt verand'ren in een ander ding?
In vogels, vissen, water zelfs, dat is maar het begin!
Waarom kiest iemand dan van chaos geen tweede vorm zo schoon
dat een ander hem dat 'engel' noemt, en niet altijd 'demoon'?
Ben ik een kind van Chaos zoals Corwin heeft gedacht?
Heeft dat mij dan alleen maar een demonen vorm gebracht?

Papa, waarom lijk jij zo anders weg van onze stam?
Zo koel en zo berekenend, je maakt me bijna bang.
Is het dan noodzaak wat je doet, om hier zo hard te zijn?
Wat will je dan verbergen, ben je bang soms voor de pijn?
Ben ik een kind van Chaos, zoals Corwin heeft gedacht?
Hoe kan ik mij verweren tegen zo een koude nacht?

Papa, zeg hoe was het dan, op te groeien in een plek
waar iedereen elkaar voorbijstreeft, hatelijk en gek?
En zijn ze dan nog wel so anders in die Amber stad,
en waarom hebben we't niet eerder hier over gehad?
Ja, ik ben een kind van Chaos zoals Corwin heeft gedacht,
anders had ik nooit zolang op antwoorden gewacht.
 
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Als het Water

Nu wordt het tijd om op te groeien,
ouders volg ik nu niet meer.
Voor Macht en Wil om op te bloeien
kiezen, testen, keer op keer.
Mijn vader will zijn afstand houden
speelt nu duidelijk een spel.
'K wil hem nu niet meer vertrouwen
want ik kan het zelf ook wel.

Ik wil sterk zijn als her water
dat door stenen gaten boort
Ik will meegaand zijn als water
dat echt overal thuishoort
Ik wil zeker zijn als water
dat zich nooit ergens aan stoort.
En zo zal het zijn,
want -dat- is mijn domein.

Mijn moeder is nu uit aan't rusten'
van een oorlog lang en zwaar.
en ik wens haar welterusten
want -mijn- werk is lang niet klaar.
Als zij zich zo graag wil verbergen
wel ze heeft het vast verdient.
Maar ik wil meer van mezelf vergen
afhank'lijkheid is nu geen vriend.

Ik will wakker zijn als water,
golvend, stromend, dag en nacht.
'K wil actief zijn als het water
dat altijd babbelt, altijd lacht.
Onvermoeibaar zijn als water
met zijn eindeloze kracht.
En zo zal het zijn,
want -dat- is mijn domein.

'K hou niet van spelletjes spelen
en dat is hier vaste wet
Het gaat me nu soms nog vervelen
maar ik doe mijn eerste zet.
Om mijn weg te kunnen kiezen
hou ik geheimen, een heel stel,
En ik wil dit niet verliezen
dus ik speel daarom dit spel.

Ik wil helder zijn als water
maar ook troebel op zijn tijd
Onverstoorbaar als het water
ook al wordt het omgeleid.
Ik zal mezelf zijn als het water
want daarvoor is het nu tijd.
En zo zal het zijn,
want -dat- is mijn domein.
 
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Seeing through Shadows

Through sheer shadows softly swirling,
I will work to know my way,
but before I break the bonds
that seek not to sever security,
but that can keep the connection
between the bodily being
and the spiritual soul
I will pray for protection from all the Powers.

Grant me a glimpse of the great Mystery
that might make these myriad mists
clash and crash together
or drift dreaming apart again.
Overlapping order,
changing creation, the unchangeble.
Diving so deep for divination
that no knowing will keep, only feeling.

Only deep dark dreaming,
velvet enveloping,
seeing through sightless eyes.
I will win through this wall,
force myself free to fly freely.
And in that take the truth
with me, be it wreathed with weal or woe.
I shall see that sight.
 
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I want to fly

I want to fly, just want to fly,
is it so terrible that all the guards think they're going to die
when all I try, is just to fly?

They think I lie, when I just try
to run so hard into the city, to take me into the sky,
really high, I want to fly.

When I come nigh, won't let me by,
I'm getting o, so tired of these guards who never let me try,
and so I sigh, they don't comply.

If loud I cry, that I will fry
whoever gets into my way, so they will all horribly die,
if that I cry, would I come by?

But I won't try, to let them die,
because they only do their job, even if they don't let me nigh,
so I'll just try, to learn to fly.

And once I fly, high in the sky,
I'll dive and spin and do them in and I will cry
O me, O my, see how I fly!
 
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Playing the Fool

I'm always dancing, prancing, and I'm all a-crazy too,
I'm always looking for a joke, a prank or something new,
Most think I'm not right in the head or at the least a fool,
It's either that or have the world regard me as a tool.

I am a princess of the demon folk the ravens say,
And many people of this fact remind me every day.
So if I am not crazy or just harmless to the eye
They would see me as a threat or as a toy or as a lie.

My father seemed so trustworthy untill I left my home,
But now I know that he was not, and so I stay alone.
I don't know what his scheming holds, what he'll think he is due,
I just know that he'll have to have been planning something new.

My mother is no Chaosite, and yet he brought her too.
I hope she will not do something that she may later rue.
Because her independance she has always needed so,
that just walking behind him does not fit her well, I know.

So I just keep on playing at the fool or at the child,
and people think me harmless, just a little strange and wild.
This way I won't be thought a threat, a toy, a lie, a tool,
I'll be the warm and wild and strong, mysterious, wise fool.
 
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Wild Schaakstuk

Koning, Ridder, Admiraal,
spelen willen ze allemaal.
Wit en zwart, en zwart en wit,
waar ook maar een kansje zit.
Ik sla jou, en jij slaat mij,
of ga je toch liever opzij?
De wereld lijkt op zwart en wit,
acht maal acht, in het gelid,
uitgebalanceerd en wel,
staan de stukken in het spel.
Helder voor wie taktiek goed kent,
als je slim en berekenend bent.
Pionnen lopen stapje voor stapje,
komen soms hoger op het trapje,
worden soms zelfs koninginnen,
moeten soms opnieuw beginnen.
Koningen staan voor de kracht van het land,
en hebben de wereld in hun hand,
en met hun dood moet je verliezen
(of een andere kant snel kiezen).
De Ridder springt heel onverwacht,
wees op zijn vreemde sprong bedacht..
De Toren, duister tegen de grijze hemel,
beloert en bewaakt het leger-gewemel.
De Kardinaal's hand reikt ver en wijd,
en heeft zich immer voorbereid.
Ben ik een Pion, een ridder, of weet
ik me een speelvak dat elk stuf betreedt?
Men noemt mij een wild stuk, ben ik dat?
Van zwart naar wit? Van wit naar zwart?
Van pion naar ridder naar koningin,
en dan weer terug naar het begin?
Ik weet het niet, kan niet logisch denken,
het schaakspel wil me haar inzicht niet schenken,
misschien maakt -dat- onberekenend en wild,
geen doelen, geen kronkels, geen macht, en geen schild.
 
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