Frozen In Bliss III: Neichzebnig

The faeries sang their sorrow,

The sirens played their fury,

The muses lamented their torment,

The pixies cried their grief.



The land of pleasure and majik, Neichzebnig!

For once it had been an enchanted kingdom of spirits,

Now grace has forsaken thee.

No more than a barren place of forlorn creatures,

No more of the colorful paths of floras to welcome me.

But violets still strive on such harsh enchanted earth,

For a tale of long ago still roam in eternal mystery:

The Grim’s love and the violets;



Vaalkvothura! The continent of great Lords and warriors!

From where The Grim was conceived,

Its soil from where The Grim was nurtured.

And the violets from the kingdom of Neichzebnig

With her greatest love a faerie once planted ‘em,

And with all her heart sent them to faraway places,

And with all her soul embraced each with beautiful memories.

The petals traveled through the invisible tunnels of Neichzebnig,

To the hollow sunken valley at Vaalkvothura’s edge.

There lived The Grim

In solitude,

In madness,

In nothing,

In darkness.



Love and death go together, it was said.

What of violets and The Grim in the tale?

What of love and death?

The tale of long ago of The Grim’s love and the violets,

Mysterious death of the lovely faerie of violets

And the mysterious love of The Grim.



I stand frozen on grassy lands.

At the center of the world here lies

Great power of will and pride.

So long had been my stay,

On so far I’ve come astray

Minds in shattered array

Of old memories and tales.

The Great Lord of Tundr my master,

Has called forth a war to beget peace.

What peace my Lord?

On to this land of wonder and bliss?

For heavens, should I not weep?

For death, should I not fear?

Does hearts of the living count not to the King?

I serve thee by heart, and by the crown hurt returned to me;

Torment crushes me for leaving paradise,

With rues I fled your palace.

My Lord’s beautiful face in wrinkling desperation,

I could not bear to see,

Not a sight of ebony locks

Or that hazel orbs that sees through souls.

Pardon me my dear Lord!

Thy crystal staircases I yearn no more

Or the Mangroves in the snowy alps of Tree Hills invites no more.

Thus swears to forget thy loves ardor!

I rest myself on my poet’s endearments,

Free me from pain and guilt of fleeting passion!

My Lord, my love, and what of you?

My poet, my man or my lover too?



In Neichzebnig my poet been,

Told me stories of the spirits’ plight

Gave me handful of violets in delight!

Ah, he silence me with whispers

With melodious tunes of lovely verses,

Like faeries and muses, sirens and pixies,

A male spirit of beauty lost in the majikal kingdom of Neichzebnig.

And I adore him.

And the owl by his side,

The lips that never cease with sweetest words,

Or caress mine in gentlest way.

My dear poet’s from somewhere he said,

My faith, such could be a lie!

Hear his music not so ordinary,

Flowers dance with him in glee;

For nothing and nowhere and no one alive,

In Vaalkvothura can compare to thee,

In enchanted Neichzebnig could you only be,

With spirits in the land of pleasure, majik, and beauty;

Neichzebnig, the most magnificent place mortal eyes could see.

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Frozen In Bliss

Towering buildings..
Huge flying creatures..
Extraordinary species..
Singing flowers..
Dancing trees..
Icy black mountains..
Floating houses..
Hanging gardens..
Crystal staircases..
Magical warriors..
Faeries..

They all sang in merriment in a far away place,
I could hear them, playing in my ears.
They whisper melody unknown to me.

Over my shoulders, I see a stout man.
Over my head, I felt a warm flush of wind just blew.
On the ground where I stand, I felt a quake as if a volcano erupted.
Below the ground, it shakes like a gigantic eel was digging.
Infront, I see a hazy mist of blue.
Infront, I watched the green tinge of smoke swirling with the bluish mist.
Infront, shadows of existence coming towards me.

Somewhere, footsteps droning.
Anywhere, I stand stoned on the grassy land.
Everywhere, dreamy as it could be, twisting reality.

Stay where you are, come if you may.
In a hollowed spot I crouch, in a serene place of demise.
He who told me a way to reality,
How comforting a sea of fantasy, a vast ocean of light and darkness,mixing the other, creating a blanket of joy.

Light and Darkness, dear friends of the past.
Light and Darkness, my companion in a land where mangroves grow in abundance in the snowy alps of Tree Hills.
Thundering amidst the sunshine, lit all my worries in flame of wisdom.
Scourging fire from the crust of Moon Light, from the core of Moon Might.
Deep setting eyes of the mountain flyer.
Deep in his lair, the valley of power.

A bard in his own respect, an owl by his side.
Sing your tune, a lovely hour of fleeting pasture,
Gone is the serenade of long lost passion.

Leap into the dungeon of the make-believe King,
May his memories reign in his terror of kingdom.
Done is his time, when dragons honor him.
Done were the years of apocalyptic judgement.
He who fears the Great Lord of Tundr,
The one who fought all tyrant.
Noble is he, but fearsome his plea,
The Lord who's named The Great Warrior from Tundr.
He is the King, the Great Lord of Tundr.
But only and no one is as noble as he.

I know him, from the smell of his boots to the slits of his eyes.
I know his name, from the color of his hair to the firmness of his arms.
I know who he is, from the stride he makes to the melody of his voice.

Dreams, I dream,Of a wonderful place, faraway from misery.
Dreams, I dream,Of a plenty of juices and fruits of life.
Dreams, I dream,Of a lost land of magic and power and might.
Dreams, I dream,Of a world of strife, but a universe of light.

Wonder, I wonder, Fantasy is real.
Wonder, I wonder, Life is real

So is Reality a Life of Fantasy-surreal.