I have been working on my second epic poem now since December 2008, and I must say it is moving far too slow. I can’t seem to find the inspirations and often I feel like I am switching styles and the whole thing isn’t mixing together like an epic-ish poem should. However, I shall share a few stanzas here in hopes that it will motivate me to 1)improve it; 2)continue it. This poem was meant to be a Christmas gift, and then a Birthday gift for a very good friend of mine, known affectionately as Zal at the old forum – it looks like it may be a Christmas gift for 2009. Ha!
Her mother, the glassy surface of the ocean
Her father, the changing elements of the sky
And she, ripped from their grasp by a raging wind,
To never again see the land of her people
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In the days of jovial waves
Dancing with ribbons of rain
Alongside a sanguine sea
Lived Those Whom Were First
And They Whom Are Eldest
Beloved by He Who Created
Blessed by He Who Gave
Each to each, six to six
The chosen became one
Paired in unequaled dance
Harmonized in matchless melody
Continually blessed
Granted abundant gifts
One was called Gentle Snow Storm
Her skin as soft as thick clouds
Hair like pure energy of the sea
Laughter sparkled and danced in her orbs
Sang songs on her mother’s voice
Wrote words on her father’s heart
Beautiful daughter of the Ieldran
Another was called Love of Wind
His skin like painted rain
Hair like bladed clouds
His eyes swirled with hidden passion
Wind across the bottomless sea
Stirred pride in his mother’s heart
Drew dim plans in his father’s mind
Strong son of the Ieldran
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