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[aid] => mick
[title] => Tasael
[time] => 2003-10-20 20:46:54
[hometext] => This is a story from a mythology I am creating. The verse doesn't rhyme, as it is intended to be a translation from the language of that people. Dedicated to all whose loved one is far away
[bodytext] => I In the north is Ciòrann In the Vale of the Pass Around him the high standers The tall shining mountains The hills of white snow In the forest is his fire Below the dark branches With him brave comrades Companions of the wilderness The wide-spreading vale they watch Guarding the twisting pass Holding the way against their foe The wolves of the wild lands The Children of the Mist Bright the spears of the watchers Bitter their tongues of steel A defense against the wild weapons Of the cruel-hacking foe Lonely the harp of Ciòrann sings Only voice in the wide land As he sits beside the fire The light is on the silver strings The throb is in the air Alone he walks in the forest Around him all the trees are silent He hears afar the mourning-sound A fair voice uplifted in sorrow Slowly Ciòrann approaches the sound The fear of the fair folk is on him A maid he finds with the tears upon her Her way lost in the wide woods A deep hurt is on her fair leg Like flame is her hair Tasael of the Children of the Mist A slender doe among the wolves A pearl among the gray rocks of the north II Quietly Ciòrann speaks peace to her Gently his hands mend her hurt Then he lays hand on harpstring Richly strains the soothing music Through the dark northerwoods The light in the eyes of Tasael brightens The notes weave their spell in the trees No more are these two enemies Friendship binds them to itself Her way found again Tasael sets her feet to her path Once again to join the wandering ones She bids farewell to Ciòrann They know not their hearts are turned to each other Brightly the stars wheel over the wide land In the woven wood the leaves fall Winter takes up his reign Over the lands of the Children of Tiras Now Tasael walks sorrowfully in the land The wild ones of the mist are no consolation In her heart she yearns for the sound Of the music of Ciòrann’s harp There is no brilliance in her eyes Like a shadow she moves through the trees Approaching Ciòrann’s lonely fire Glad her welcome there Their hearts are warm again Trysts now they keep By light of star and the slanting sun Their love grow deep As the wide winter comes Their hearts are never cold Under the dark trees they walk The harpstrings are sounded Old tales Ciòrann tells There is no enmity between them III Slow is winter to lift in the north The snows are still deep But there is no good in the heart of the Rebel A cunning plan is in his mind Men make themselves ready for war Great the host of fell men By secret paths they are led through the mountains Unseen they pass into the south To strike a fell blow at unawares The city of the south they assault Greatest of the dwellings of the island-folk Great the slaughter there Red run the blades of the raiders Red run the flames up the halls To the king’s very palace they come And meet the fury of the Elder King At Deol’s great blade they fall They are dying; they flee By the hand of the king the evil ones are routed They flee across the land to the north But in Valamaur the blood is red The devouring flames leap high The people wail in the streets Sad the destruction wrought there Evil the fate of the Children of Tiras Children without a mother Young wife without a husband Flames the wrath of the king The dead lie upon the streets The wolves will not go unpunished The summons goes far and wide The Children of Tiras arm for war The great clan rises up Their wrath gleams redly Fear grips the Children of the Mist They flee into the wild places IV In the north is Ciòrann The summons comes to that place The men make ready For an immanent war Their swords are with them as they sleep Ciòrann goes alone to the place Where he and the red-haired one would tryst Alone he watches the forest Will she come to him again? When the sun is falling she comes Under the trees they meet again But this is no cheerful greeting The tears sparkle brightly In the red-haired one’s eyes Grieved is Tasael tonight She must part from her lover Her people flee to the barren lands That path she must tread Grievous the parting of those two Great are the tears that roll down Beneath the dark trees They kiss who will no more Who must walk away into the dark Alas for those two Who must be enemies who are not Their paths ahead are cold As they turn away from each other Now the days grow longer The bright swords pass into the north The Children of the Mist flee Giving way before Deol’s host Their spears no match for the shields of the warriors Ciòrann marches with the host His heart is not with him Tasael walks the hard paths with her people Her tears wet the way V In the far north is a wild refuge A scape of mountains hard and chill There the misty ones wend their way To avoid the vengeance of the islanders They make the cold cliffs and pinnacles their fort Now there is battle in the high places Spears strike amid the rocks Blood stains the forgotten ground Where none save the evil fay have walked The warriors of Deol press forward Valad’s men fall before them Hunters through the hills they are Their king leads them His sword flashes in the cold sunlight Far into the crags the enemies flee Desperately they fight and die Their lord drives them on Valad the Rebel is ever stirring them again Alone Tasael walks in the mist About her the hard crags Silently her heart weeps Wishing to see her love once more Wishing to hear the harp at his shoulder Alone the spies find her Deol’s men seeking ways through the wilderness They make her captive and bind her And bring her before the Elder King Great fear is upon her In the king’s presence she trembles But Deol treats her not as an enemy He speaks soft words to her He does not condemn her for her affinities Wisdom is upon the great king’s brow Justice and mercy are in his hands Tasael loves him for his goodness She forsakes Valad the Rebel VI Now the Children of the Mist are trapped Their fastness turned against them Deol’s men descend upon them in the morning There is bitter battle Cries echo through the high places Great is the slaughter that day Companies fall upon the stones The sons of Tiras lead on their men Deol and Valad meet in battle Furious flash the ringing blades In the hands of the sons of Tiras Swords both by the hand of Deol made Long ago he wrought them both He and Valad had stood together in battle There is no thankfulness in the Rebel’s heart Only hot hate to the king of the island He keeps no thought of the past This is a fight to the death Sad the fate of the sons of Tiras! Long they fought among the stones Through their shirts of mail they bleed At last the Rebel is stricken down He falls to a low place inglorious Sad was that deed to the king To slay nearest of kin He was a righteous one Alas! Fated to fall that day also Covered in fell wounds The king sinks to the ground On the cold stone he breathes his last The mightiest man in the land dies Alas that this fell day dawned! The Children of the mist are defeated Their lord is now dead His fell will drives them no more Their weapons fall from their hands VII Tears are in the eyes of Deol’s men Weeping as they see their king Gently they lift him up Rinsing the red blood from his body Cleansing him of the gore of battle Now he lies upon a bed Torches burn about him Men mourn to see him Their tears sparkle in the torchlight Beside the king Tasael weeps Softly she sobs in the quiet Tending him with gentle hands Not leaving his side She shows her gratitude to the fallen one Ciòrann searches for her Walking among the Children of the Mist He cannot find her His heart is heavy within him Ciòrann turns back His steps take him to the pavilion of Deol He goes to pay a last respect He kneels before the bed White-robed the king sleeps A jewel is on Deol’s breast The torchlight glances on it And illuminates a figure Sitting silent in the gloom Slowly Ciòrann rises up He recognizes Tasael She looks up into his face Silent they smile at each other Sudden gladness fills their hearts They walk where the sun is warm Its light fills them both They embrace again at last They will not be parted again [comments] => 7 [counter] => 229 [topic] => 31 [informant] => fionndruinne [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 45 [ratings] => 9 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => StoryPoetry )
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