fantasy

The Siren

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Tales and Fables

I thought I heard a siren's call

In a fine October gale

While roiling seas beat on our sides

And tattered every sail

 

A keening song upon the wind

A whisper in the breeze

So sad and yet so animal

I felt my heart would freeze

 

For it seemed she sang to me

Among the tempest's roar

And the ship insanely shaking

As I rolled aft and fore

 

She sang out oh so strangely 

and called me to her side

I struggled against her power

As I felt my eyes go wide

 

Her song o'er sound and fury

It drowned out storm and wave

But amid the salty flurry

I cried "Oh soul, be brave!"

 

My feet, they started moving

My face, grew deathly pale

Roughly along the railing

Towards her in the hail

 

When suddenly with a crash

I woke up with a stir

To see the mast a'cracking

And fall down straight on her!

 

There are weird things upon the sea

Strange still events in play

For I can't forget her sweet, faint song

That's left me wan and fey

 

Now you may not believe me

But I tell it to you true

May you have odd adventures

Should you sail upon the blue

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Dreaming

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Love

You play with me,

You tease me,

You give me your full attention,

I play with you,

I tease you,

I give you my full attention,

Playing together feels so right,

Its never too late,

We can play together any time,

Sometimes we dont have to play,

We can just talk,

I dont want to lose you to the darkness inside,

Take my hand,

Walk with me through the woods,

All the trees clearing to a field of grass and flowers,

Clear sky overhead,

Lay down with me,

Hold me close as I hold you,

Stare up at the endless blue,

I want to stay like this forever,

With you,

Listening to you breathe,

Play with me,

Chase me,

Grab hold of me,

Pin me to the ground,

Dont hurt me,

I wont hurt you,

Neither of us deserve the pain,

Please dont leave me.

 

Eyes wide open,

Heart pounding in my chest,

Breath catching in my throat,

I choke back the tears,

All a dream.

The Lay of Maranwe

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Tales and Fables

Once upon a time, long ago,

enfurled in a land in which did flow

rivers of enormous size,

through great wolds and over the rise

of a cliff, grand and mystique,

on a mountain of which whose peak

looked out over the cold, cold sea

the mistress of sailors, the love of the free.

The sea! The sea! Oh, the sea.

Twas the sea that called Maranwe

to his wrack so long ago

when the sea swelled with melted snow.

 

He was born of the eldest son

of kingly sires who one-by-one

had met the sea and so did yearn

for it, waiving the sun's bright burn

and descended into the shadowy deep

never to rise, forever to sleep.

Doom, his father tried to avoid

for the sake of the son in which he enjoyed,

but strong was the blood that ran through his vein

and quick was he to find his own bane

at the cold hands of the death-thirsty sea,

never to rise, nevermore to be free.

 

Maranwe's bold life began that day

that his father died, and he was sped away

deep into the wold, far from the sea,

so that the bale of his forefathers may not be

his weird, and his mother bade

him loath the sea, upon which was laid

the curse of his fathers and of his kin,

and to love no more the mortal men -

men who were easily swayed by the sea

until they should die, no more to be.

He was then placed into an elf's care

until the house he no longer could share,

and so ran away into deep shaws,

away from men and his mother's laws.

 

A great hunter he soon came to be, 

under no law, forever free,

until the day he found his weird

in an old man with a gray beard

who stood in the way

on the dawn of that fateful day. 

A teacher the man claimed to be

and taught Maranwe sigaldry

of fiery magic with weildy blade

and when they were finished, he again bade

Maranwe to reject the sea

that the bane of his fathers may not be

the weird of a hero so noble and blest

but Maranwe grew wrathful and lay down to rest

the old man who had once been his friend

but the old man, while trying to fend

him off cried “Beware the sea my friend!

For the sea mews lonely cry can rend

a man to long for the sea's dark gray

to find his weird and prove him fey.”

But Maranwe did not heed his words

and under the sight of carrion birds

slew his friend and mentor true

but fearing the wrath of the gods, he flew.

On waking again he was alone

and running away, his face shone

with the sheen of one already fey

so his doom was full-sealed that day.

 

After untold travail, and finally ruth,

Maranwe decided to live forsooth

and bated by the cold freshets and frith 

chose to rid the world of the myth

of the resident naiad who lived in the river.

So taking up his sword, bow, and quiver,

he went to find her, to clear his name

and possibly take from him the bane 

of his forefathers, now almost forgotten

dead on the sea floor, blind and rotten.

But the nymph was know for creating bliss

and in the men stirred wantonness

and by keeping their attention all day 

their farms had all faded away.

 

So on went Maranwe to trap the poor girl,

first to capture, then to hurl

her out of the shaw, to trouble no more

the farmers and peasants who lived by the shore 

of her cool river which led out to the sea,

and then perhaps he would be free

of the bane of his house and the dirt of his name.

For his name ever brought to him shame

for 'Maranwe' means destiny in elvish they say,

and so he looked for her day after day,

to change his weird and live in bliss

and never again his name would miss.

 

He sought her through forest and fountain, glade and glen,

until he finally found her, but then

he stayed his hand and was entranced

by this beautiful nymph who danced

upon the green shore of her river home

far from the cold sea's frothy foam.

And while he stared, he caught her eye,

and her eyes appeared bluer than the bluest sky,

deeper than the ocean floor,

more precious to him than a diamond's core.

But away she swam, with him in pursuit

till they came to the river's root 

and then he stopped and cried to her

for like a fish, he had taken the lure.

She then looked back at the haggard man,

then into the forest she quickly ran

but the forest was Maranwe's home

the place where he always loved to roam.

 

After two days, she began to tire

and deep within her kindled a fire

for this man, so brave and wild

this incarnation of forest child.

And so she turned and welcomed him

the only child of mortal men

who had gained her love, though wild and fey,

her heart, he had finally captured that day.

And so they lived long, through sorrow and bliss 

until the sea claimed her, and then her he did miss

and followed to the edge of that sea

wishing that with her he would again be.

 

Walking the shore, looking out towards the sea

he was met by a very strange company

of men, and the friend who he killed long ago

ethereal spirits, alive but lo!

Maranwe's old friend had turned his head

and looking straight at him, he said,

“Beware, beware of the sea my friend! 

For the sea mews lonely cry can rend

a man to long for the sea's dark gray

to find his weird and prove himself fey.

For these, my friends who surround me yet

were once kings of old, men who let 

their desires fall to the cold, cold sea,

never to die, nevermore free.'

“Your forefathers these are, who I warned long ago,

I gave them each good counsel but lo!

They did not listen, and they became fey 

when they ignored my counsel the very first day.”

 

And Maranwe foreseeing his doom draw near,

ran from that place in bloodcurdling fear

that his doom may yet be completed that day

and that his life would soon fade away. 

So he ran up the shore, back to the stream

but coming upon it, he saw a small gleam

and turning to see from whence it came

saw only the spirit of that once-loved dame

and crying aloud, he wept bitter tears

and afraid of the drawing of his years

to a close, he ran back to the sea

as if able to confront his enemy,

but all he found was the calm sea and shore,

the ethereal spirits he saw no more.                                                                                                                                                                                 

 

For years after he lived by the sea

for in his heart he never was free

from the love of the nymph, whom he had loved dear

and filled with this love, he set away fear

and constructed a plan to sail the cold sea

to find his maid, and set her free

from the death-enveloping sea

and nevermore a thrall would she be.

But at the shore awaited his fate,

for although in his life it came late,

doom overcomes all that it calls,

and it caught Maranwe at the falls

of the great rivers that empty into the sea

at the edge of the lands of the free.

For as he approached, he heard the crying mews

and the battle of fate he knew he would lose

but nevertheless to the sea he went out

and stepping onto the shore with a shout

he cried “The sea! The sea! Oh the sea,

know that you do not own my destiny.

For I have lived long years without count

with the woman I loved, and at her fount

I lived like no man ever lived before,

and now gladly I come unto death's door.”

 

Then forsaking his life, and the sun's bright burn

to find his love for which he did yearn,

he descended into the shadowy deep

never to rise, forever to sleep.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Dated NOV25, 2009

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Les feux follets

La nuit dans une dense forêt 

Résonnent les derniers mots de l'explorateur 

Envouté dans le noir par une brève paleur

Flottant doucement au delà du marais

 

Emu par un étrange cortège

De petites et folles lanternes

Qu'entre les arbres à peine on discerne

En suivant les feux follets c'est l'esprit qui s'allège

 

Dans les ténèbres, le chant des lumières

Dans le silence dansent les lueurs

Et dans les yeux meurent les clameurs

 

Au delà de la forêt, au dessus d'un marais

Flotte l'âme de l'explorateur

Suivant dans la brume d'étranges clartés.

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Aran

Folder: 
Poetry

In the land of Ooth-Nargai

Is a snow-capped mountain.

Covered in gingko-trees

Not far from Celephais

The beautiful city.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Mythos poem.

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Anubis the Forecast

Folder: 
Poetry

The sand ascended,

A whirlwind closeby.

In the tomb,

Where the dead were lain to rest.


From this storm raised,

The aspect of Anubis.

The god that attends the dead,

To the hereafter...


With robust voice raised,

He let me know:

"Dead you go!"

My destiny written down.


A day hereafter,

In normal life;

I almost drowned in the lake,

Death had grabbed me tight.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

A Vision I had.

Alhazred's Statue

Folder: 
Poetry

I traveled to Alhazred hence,

The statue and the bench.

There he is locked within,

For his very Sin.


Once I drew him out,

When I was madly roaming about.

But chained he was to me,

So he couldn't flee.


Alhazred saw me pluck the flowers,

And threw the roses over him so fragrant.

And he didn't liked it then,

But I tried to learn him a lesson:


Death comes by for all to see,

And even when you don't want, it shall be!

You cannot remain in this statue for eternity,

Alhazred let me set thee free!

I wish it! So Mote It Be!


I will visit thee...

Until thou art free!

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Mythos poem.

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Algol

Folder: 
Poetry

Algol; red star of light

Shining upper bright.

Eclipsing binary star,

Beta Persei B

Beta Persei A

And being the third star:

Beta Persei C.

 

Algol meaning ghoul;

Translated as Demon.

Evil reputation

Of all stars in the skyline.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Mythos poem.

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Aldebaran

Folder: 
Poetry

Alpha Tauri:

Red or orange star.

Constellation Taurus,

Being really, really far.

 

Aldebaran:

The Demon-Star.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Mythos poem.

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