Moxen

A single tear of crystal on a fragile golden chain,
Gives momentary glimpses of the land,
And in its dull reflections is the vastness of the plain,
Whose power I now carry in my hand.

Across the endless fields and meadows, winds blow ever on,
And there the constant breezes twist and swirl,
Yet from those ceaseless energies a power can be drawn,
And held within this simple, lovely pearl.

A simple, island gem within a molten, golden sea,
As lonely and aloof as islands get,
But stare into its azure sheen and you may finally see
The mind’s forgotten, hidden silhouette.

The ocean is as great and deep as any striving mind,
That struggle with the things they thought they knew,
And if it’s knowledge, power, and control you wish to find,
They’re hidden here within its sapphire hue.

Some power turns the self-assured into the paranoid,
And fear’s a powder keg about to spark,
To gaze into this oval jewel is staring through the void,
To glimpse into the deep, eternal dark.

Within the gaseous mire bubbles every kind of death,
And darker things we haven’t dreamt of yet,
Though still the very essence of the bandits of our breath
Is buried deep within this fearful jet.

Entire mountain ranges fume with fury from below,
They shudder with the fervor of their love,
The pain, the dread, the joy and sorrow, everything we know,
Will fit inside this pendant like a glove.

Just like the swirling fires churning deep beneath the earth,
Erupting toward the surface in their race,
There burns every emotion we’ve encountered since our birth,
On every facet of this ruby’s face.

Within the open jaws of a forever hungry beast,
And hung upon a crafted, golden vine,
There sits a precious fruit of stone like apples at a feast,
Where none except the strong are meant to dine.

A thousand years ago or more is when this forest rose,
And every day since then, these trees have grown,
And yet it seems that all the strength in forests also grows
Within this simple, tiny emerald stone.

In these five gems there lies a power most have never felt,
The might of each and every known terrain,
In life, we play the cards that fate has shuffled and we’re dealt,
And with these Moxen, mine must be to reign.