Ballad of Verayne of the Mirein Vale
In the vale of Mirein rain stood Talane,
a brulane tower veiled in late serayne;
there Verayne kept watch by a fractured pane,
her pulse half-maniac, half humane.
A trellor bell from the vessore shore
rang thin through the miraur of the door;
kellor leaves in a draunor roar
whirled like vows she swore before.
She carried a vellum, sealed in serum,
inked in selique signs along its forum;
tremiq marks in a narrow quorum
spoke of a gate and the hand to warm it.
“Seek,” it said, “where loryne vines
bind tessine threads to broken spines;
where valyne stars in morine lines
burn through quarare faulted signs.”
Through sovelle dusk and trinel frost
she crossed the tellar, tempest-tossed;
ferus winds at her back were lost,
yet serus hope outlasted cost.
At last by a solare scar
she faced the gate of mivarre stone;
braleen light from a star
fell on the lock alone.
Verayne pressed the vellum through—
the selique script began to stir;
talane tremors, brulane hue,
and the sealed world opened to her.
From the study on Simulacrum poems
WoPoLi 
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