EiriktheScald Posted June 30, 2006 Share Posted June 30, 2006 With the pretense that these are words of a lovesick Bard, if you don't care for romance or poetry, you need not look further. For those that do; these poems are about a romance with a certain tall, fair-haired, blue-eyed priestess. On finding a Statue: A Fragment Rounding the colored tents, I saw her; Gray-eye’d she stood, quiet as a stone, And like a murmur of the summer breeze Came a gentle sound of stillness; Red, purple and golden leaves ablaze, And through the forest ground, The ferns in branching beauty stream, Like a fairy dream through this dark mind. Fairgoers wander by, absorbing the sights And sounds; this day is one of many, And it is still her's to watch. How unlike marble was that face: With a desperate fear in her regard, As if calamity had but begun. From well-worn path swift foot-steps went, No further than to where her feet had stray’d, And set there since; a prisoner in stone. Link to comment
EiriktheScald Posted July 2, 2006 Author Share Posted July 2, 2006 Hymn to Branwen --Part I Branwen dwelt upon an island, By the bay near Seawolf's headland, And a temple of Tempus it harbored, And the Lord of Battles she worshipped, For her heart was of the boldest, And her spirit shone brightest, Therefore in her mind she fancied, In her thoughts the notion entered, To become a priestess, she aspired, And soon rumors the Battleguard heard, And from the village she was driven, To wander and to scavenge, So the mainland she did voyage, And Tempus' grace on her did linger. Link to comment
EiriktheScald Posted July 7, 2006 Author Share Posted July 7, 2006 On looking into Her Eyes --For Kulyok; thank you for liberating her soul "Branwen, your eyes!" while they unmindful, say And, reaching towards her, wave my hand: A stone-like expression, I chase away Impish eyes now veiled 'neath lashes:--feigned Innocence--she said, "What color are they?" The sea; your eyes remind me of, Not as the sea: cloaked in mists and mysteries; For they unravel warmth, and love She looked at me; her eyes full open,-- Shades of aqua and cerulean. My sea is splendid to behold: Their surface is all a shimmering light, Just as the glistening path of gold Selûne makes on her sea at night. Link to comment
EiriktheScald Posted July 13, 2006 Author Share Posted July 13, 2006 Luscious Apple Luscious apple-- 'Tis sweet,--watching her enjoy the Luscious apple. Her childish display so warm and Appealing, and as such my love Smiled; offering her last piece of Luscious apple. A random NPC initiated flirt; Branwen offers her apple. The apple is a very rich symbol. Temptation is the first one that springs to mind; but it is traditionally a symbol of love. In ancient myth the god of intoxication Dionysys was the creator of the apple, which he presented to Aphrodite, goddess of love. This poem raises the question: which does he find more appealing? Her smile? Or, the apple? Link to comment
EiriktheScald Posted July 17, 2006 Author Share Posted July 17, 2006 I look at you, and I think of Snow... Flakes gently, Unexpectedly Descending. First one, and then another, so Graciously. Like the simple acts of kindness You bestow. Of myriad Stars, Suspended. Their light reflected, in your eyes Of blue. The sparkle of joy they hold within Warms me. Resting softly, Slowly Melting. Waiting for a perfect moment of Tenderness. Your lips moist, pressed against Mine. --My own rendition of a PC initiated flirt. Link to comment
EiriktheScald Posted July 21, 2006 Author Share Posted July 21, 2006 Norheim Priestess -- A Cinquain by my side in battle: with her, there's no peril so great that would chasten me, none at all. --Love emboldens those who embrace it. Link to comment
EiriktheScald Posted August 2, 2006 Author Share Posted August 2, 2006 Rondelet: "I Love Thee True" "I love thee true," She whispered, "'tis no secret, then?" "I love thee true": Words said, undressed and unadorned, From your lips--how my heart did yearn! I see in your eyes too. Branwen, "I love thee true." --Inspired by another NPC initiated flirt. This one caught me by surprise. Link to comment
EiriktheScald Posted August 8, 2006 Author Share Posted August 8, 2006 Oft have I watched her: A Fragment Oft have I watched her through this glade walking-- She did not notice,--her tall, slim figure regarding; Her hair was golden as tints of sunrise, What marvelous sight that visits these fond eyes As the band slips to one side; cascading tresses flow And my lady’s radiant hair streams to and fro: Beneath, her bosom having vainly striven Proud and impetuous. In truth my thoughts stricken By her beauty; Link to comment
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