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Here is one of my works that I have come across recently.
Cliu pins a long sheet of parchement on to the existing one.:

Reexamination of a Kingdom

Deep with in a desolate valley, lost to the rest of the world, lies a Kingdom. This kingdom, which half is drenched in darkness and the other in light, has stratums which are brought together only to be seen apart. Upon a steep incline lies a mighty castle covered in pristine rays which break through the light fog that floats around the structure. Its windows are always steamed and can hardly see the smaller castle that lies adjacent to it. The petite castle harbors a clandestine council who are said to bask in their pride, a pride which is created by themselves only for their liking. These two castles congregate to discuss the daily matters of styles, food, riches and things of the sort. Supposedly the king will then go up to look out his grand window and try and survey his land. He is said to try his best but only shows shortcomings.

Down below the hill lays the town which can be mistaken for night. It consists of a myriad of characters whose traits are shockingly alike. If one were with only sense of sound then it would be almost impossible to distinguish each citizen. A small ruckus can be heard in the looming darkness but it is mainly between the vicious warriors who are sent from the incline. These warriors strike with but a moments notice. A vicious exposition of brutality can be seen almost everyday. You would find it very odd that many of these citizens agree with them. These unwise folk walk around with hilts in there palms and swords at their throats. It is amazing that only a few enlightened exist among these thousand. These wise men often speak of a shining star which glimmers in their sky. It can be seen night and day and is often referred to as a savior. Dreams of one day this land becoming paradise are blatantly useless…that is until the start touches the ground. If this legend does come true it would be an amazing sight.

Although these characters seem atrocious, the worst of them are the mud dwellers. These vile creatures lurk in the deep underbelly of the society. They murder innocent people everyday.They are even more senseless and brutal than the warriors. It is easy to understand these foul beasts but alas the king is shrouded in his own blessings and fails to realize the damage that will be down. This town is said to be in desperate need of aid, but lack of sense stops this from coming true. I have been to this kingdom only once in my life and only few stars shine as bright as “the savior”. I pray for its redemption every day.


the writing ends and a new form begins
I decide to post it for the public domain. Hope you enjoy.

You see the old title crossed out and a new one exists above it entitled "Sole Judge of Truth". More writing is added below.

Journey to Aylandssa
As my heavy eyelids began to open greeting the midday sun I soon felt a peculiar nagging and biting at my thighs and legs. I found out it to be many pestiferous bugs which clawed and snapped at me. I sat up quickly and examined these bugs. They were of white color and quite painful. Standing up, I began to shoo them away. They scurried about across the sand of the beach and I chased them with my eyes. The hideous vermin fled to their sires, or so it seemed. The patriarchs were a large and looked very much like me. All of them were adorned in regal robes made of fine silk. Though they seemed very extravagant they acted uncouth. They greeted me with arrogance and asked me if I would wish to stay for a spell. Hesitating to examine my situation, I agreed to his offer and followed the few down a cobblestone path. The ground was extremely rough as we passed forsaken dwellings. One hoary zealot discussed some nonsense about death, which was pure rubbish, as I followed the few.

They led me to their dwelling which was extravagant, just as they, and told me to come in. A feast lay on the table, it was a grand one indeed, and they motioned me to take a seat. I sat quietly and ate slowly as I watched them eat the mutton barbarically. As the juices dribbled down their chin they argued. These argues were of trivial topics such as “Which way to lay while sleeping” or “If one should count on their hands and not feet”. These broke out into large scale fights resulting in a violent outcome. After the fight they would retire to their bed, each one sleeping in a different position. This continued on for my whole visit. The bickering never ceased and was quite bothersome. After a few weeks they hardly seemed to remember me, that is until they needed help. I would do odd jobs around their house or attend to their now realized pest problem. Sometimes they would ask for my thoughts on their “philosophies”. I chuckled and told them so and after this they would give a good chuckle too.

I soon would leave this purgatory. These men were no more but swain with the exception of an honest living. They made themselves out to be wise and prophetic, but in the process lost the meaning. On further thought I concluded the countryman was much more suited for life as both a friend and a spokesman. I left the island after a fortnight with an engraving left for them:

If lack of logic loses your big harvest,
And the meaning of it which is made to reap,
Then I show you you’re well earned forgiveness,
For you are the man of which I did speak.


Once lost life can never be redeemed,
Confirm jubilance to look at you and beam.

Some more I recently wrote. Enjoy.


~Cliu Beothach~

Posts another newly written piece of work.

The first one took steel and ran with his pride,
Into battle he ran, fate smiled not,
Bloodshed began as the many men died,
He kept his spirits and still aptly fought.

The other fled for the tower of the kirk,
Climb’d up there swiftly and gave things a glance,
The battle raged on and he saw through the murk,
His opposite grabb’d a helmet and advanced.

He put on his helmet and caus’d things to blur,
His sense had been tamper’d creating a vice,
A blade struck his front as he hit the floor,
The aegis had fail’d causing blades to stab thrice.

He ran down the stairs and flew out the chantry,
The army he saw would cause a major threat,
Calling the commander he told of the infantry,
Through the reel and rout the conditions were met.

Two men had chosen, one knowledge one war,
But each one was used for what one abhorred.


~Cliu Beothach~

A new article is freshly written:

Reexamination of a Kingdom Continued…
As I returned to the paramnesic city, my first impression was of the heavenly castle. It was no more; it seemed to lie in rubble as a three legged monster lurched around the remains. The monster had the features of an ogre and it had a third leg, shorter then the others and seemed a medico had sewn it on. The creature kept picking up the rubbles of the large castle, but the smaller one had strangely survived. The monster stayed upon the hill and merely watched over the still darkened town. He picked up the remains and flung them on a sack into his bag, and still stared at the town with his only eye. The other was gouged out, and this was fairly obvious. A bloodied bandage laid upon is head and covered his right eye.

The townsfolk seemed to keep their corporeal portals closed to this beast. As they carried out their daily chores the beast would not bother them. The brutal men still existed, but they now lived in town and calmed down. Although minor outburst still occurred it seemed an understanding had been reached. If this was the best and most desired I do not know. The population was very minimal compared to the last visit and I was curious to see “the Savior” had been dimmed to a faint glow. Little was heard about this star anymore and I doubt this myth would have been founded in truth. It was very sad to see the poor conditions of the people.

The mud diggers still were present though hardly noticeable. Like the brutes their actions had seemed to cool. Their habits still disgust me greatly though.


~Cliu Beothach~

Another poem is posted

Sans-Abris
My waking worries wax at twilight,
And my body wishes for rest a while,
I ponder passive peace of infinite quiet,
And if the Gods shall smite or smile.

My weary wonders make my mind afoot,
And trusting in my choice of spirit,
I gather good and guiltless traits of root,
And those of hate and hubris I wish to rip.

I come to see refinement is needed,
And I shall not worry for my everlasting,
I soon reach rest with my sleep secured,
But if it is truly phase or unchanging.

The rude need thought and so I send,
Will it impinge or misapprehend.

~Cliu Beothach~