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[title] => A Tale of The Fall and Rise Of the Houses of Tur-anion and Ar-Feiniel
[time] => 2004-08-27 22:45:20
[hometext] => This is a poem based on the fiction ‘The Phoenix and the Griffin’ by Havetoist. She said I should write a poem for her story, So I did. With her blessing, of course. The poem is mine, the characters and setting are hers.
[bodytext] => The story can be found at Open Scrolls Archives. The fire burning consumes all Fallen embers light the night Burning small suns into the eyes The pinpricks all too bright. The gauntlet thrown, the war declared It tears across the years Dragging down the innocent With the guilty, drowned in tears ‘Tis only a girl, ‘tis only a boy The forward years will tell Such a small and simple act And yet, the war is hell The blood runs free, enriching earth While destroying life above The ones caught ‘twixt, no way out Done in the name of ‘love’? The Houses torn, the hope is lost The sacrifice of honor slain Who could have foretold, such a simple act, The cause of years of pain. He said “Come.” to one not his She said “Yes.” in return And so began the toll of years When Houses then would burn. The war tore on, destroying lives Kindling the anger of those around Dismayed to watch those of their own Run down into the ground And yet, hope sprung from the funeral pyre Of Houses now near gone Again, a girl, again, a boy Would undo what had been done. Their secret love defied the bounds Set up by cruel hate Those from afar, held their breath And prayed it not too late For despite discord sewn through the years Their love held true and strong The breath released by those who watched The chance to right the wrong Shaking himself and rousing now, The Phoenix takes to flight The Griffin follows, strong on wing Loathe to lose the sight. Their beauty fair is like the flame That draws them like the moths But that which resides deep inside Will cause a pledge of troths For beauty fades and eyesight dims And memory disappears But souls survive and carry deep The stuff that lasts for years Now, Phoenix rise, redeem the lost Bring honor once again And Griffin, catch him, renew yourselves Redemption, the healing rain. ©Rheeta-Lou ‘Rous’ Roepke 8/8/2004/T [comments] => 1 [counter] => 176 [topic] => 68 [informant] => Rous [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => fictional )
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