Some more of my poetry...

[SimVig]

I open my eyes to find light shining bright.

I try to remember if I’ve seen this strange sight.

But nothing comes back in the eye of my mind

I see I have lost memory of any kind.

 

The pines all around me stand tall in the light.

I cannot remember this forest, this height.

Searching for something, I wander around,

Yet I find nothing but this strange humming sound.

 

I follow the sound, looking for the source.

I move in the forest like I know the course.

I go on for hours, the sound doesn’t end.

I finally realize, it’s all in my head.

 

Determined to exit the forest alive,

I choose a direction and go for the dive.

Collecting the berries along my sad way,

I’m fighting the hunger that pains me all day.

 

I still try to remember what happened to me.

I still try to recall all the things that I see.

After so many hours I leave the woods old,

And now feel the bite of the whirling wind cold.

 

It is only now that I find my wounds deep,

They suddenly hurt so hard I could weep.

How could I not notice them for so long a time?

That forest must be like a soothing rhyme.

 

Ignoring the pain I continue to walk,

In the distance I hear some mumbling talk.

I silently approach the old house of wood

To find there a man sitting in a hood.

 

I greet him politely and hope for the best,

But he runs off at my sight with great haste.

He leaves behind all things that he had,

I try to call back this cowardly lad.

 

He doesn’t return, I pick up his stuff.

Among it I find a coat that is rough.

I also notice a strange silver ring.

I recall it once was my precious thing.

 

I try to remember where I’ve seen it before,

But nothing comes into my mind of yore.

The ring feels so cold and so heavy and smooth,

Though I don’t remember it raises my mood.

 

I take the man’s knife and make my way south,

I’ve walked for so long, I’m using my mouth

To breathe the cold air that gives me the strength

To continue my search on this path of great length.

 

I need to ask someone, what happened to me.

This endless mystery is not letting me be.

The night draws on when I reach a town small,

I enter the gates both mighty and tall.

 

I go to the inn to stay for the night,

In hopes I could also my past doings light.

I talk to the patrons and try to find out

Some facts of myself, and makings about.

 

A man here seems to know some things about me.

He acts very strange when talking, I see.

At last I can get some words out of him.

According to them, my past was quite grim.

 

It seems there are two warring countries on this,

This great mass of land that they call Caledis.

It seems I come from the country of west,

Right now I’m in east and I do need some rest.

 

I go to my room, my mind deep in thought.

What could have possibly me so far brought?

I’m far from my home, I need to get back.

Preferably before they launch an attack.

 

The next day I use the money I took

From the man in the woods to buy a hook.

I also acquire all other provisions

And take a good look at the army divisions.

 

I find them familiar, it’s like I was there,

Commanding them, leading across the lands fair.

Was I with the army of my king or theirs?

Am I still allowed to climb my lord’s stairs?

 

My journey brings me to the west of the land,

Through forests and glades, and bright yellow sand.

At last I come to the great downs green,

The forest in south afar can be seen.

 

The road is so long, I tire of this,

But I need to find out what meant the words his.

“From Adnor you come, I know who you are,

take care, nowhere for you it is safe under star.”

 

So I journey on, determined to know,

My past and my future; this land is so low.

It stretches for miles as far as eyes see,

And nothing in sight, not even a tree.

 

A week now has passed, I see a river.

It is very wide, it gives me a shiver.

How will I now cross it? I really don’t know.

Why can’t I fly over it like a crow?

 

I sit down to think, what should I do?

There is no bridge, I know that too.

It seems I will swim, and hope for the best

Why have I been granted so difficult test?

 

But now that I am about to jump in,

A stranger, apparently of my kin,

Comes forth and warns me of danger

That threatens me, thus he’s no stranger.

 

There must have been something I did wrong before,

For now I am hunted by enemies sore.

From Alnor, from homeland they come after me,

I cannot return to my home and be free.

 

I flee from the place where I met the kind man,

I search for a place where hide I can.

Already I hear the pursuit going strong,

What could I have done to be hated so long?

 

No, the land is too open back where I came,

I need to go on right into the flame.

I run down the river, as far as I dare,

And swim right across, I hope I will fare.

 

The capital city is not far ahead,

I think I could hide before I’m found dead.

I run to the town evading my foes

I’m running so hard it hurts in my toes.

 

At last I have reached the mighty town gates,

The entrance to town where many are fates

Of those who abide there for short and for long,

Afar I can hear a lingering song.

 

I go into hiding, and live like a dog,

Moving only in darkness, or in a thick fog.

I know I have never been living like this,

I was a great man, these days I miss.

 

I know I cannot continue this way,

I need to do something this very day.

I gather some news and steal me some food,

I also lay hands on some weapons good.

 

It doesn’t take long to master the spear,

The weapons were clearly to my heart near.

Of my whereabouts I let slip some tidings

And stay in the ambush, still deep in hiding.

 

It worked, that’s for sure, my enemies come.

There are but two, are they really so dumb?

I need to get rid of both to be free,

I’ll bury their bodies under some tree.

 

They find me, and they cry out a name.

My name it is, and I remember the same,

The same two men, I knew them before,

They must be my enemies for time and more.

 

As soon as they come, I throw out my spear.

It pierces one’s heart, the other runs near.

I strike him with fists and grab by his coat,

I unsheathe his knife and slit the man’s throat.

 

I am standing, about to finish his life,

But I look in his eyes – he’s just twenty-five.

His throat is so bloody, he can barely speak,

But nevertheless, words come out that are weak.

 

“Why did you do this, was I not to live?

I was just sent here this to you give.”

He holds out a necklace, and now his life ends.

One look at the thing, and my mind bends.

 

At the weight of what I’ve just done.

It returned my memory, so long gone.

To my love it belonged, as well as the ring,

Why did she have him it to me bring?

 

He was the prince, the son of the king.

He was against this whole war thing.

I was a general, greatest of all,

I’ve always been there, standing tall.

 

We shared the views, we were tired of war.

We were fighting against it, we wanted no more.

I’m trying to think clearly, my memories end.

I have stained my life, I killed my best friend.

 

 

More to come soon...

[Almelexia]

You did it again! i likes it. You should make a site or something and put up all of your poetry.

[SimVig]

It has been a long time since I started this thread and promised to develop the poem. Now I'm here to keep the promise. I'll slowly and surely add to it in small chunks. The story in the poem is developing parallel to the RP I'm running here, so no need to spoil the players beforehand. Anyway, here's the continuation from where the last post left off.

 

My heart fills with anguish, my thoughts meet an end,

What have I done, I still can’t comprehend.

That man by the river, his words were all lies,

He knew who he were, he severed his ties.

 

Something has happened, I must find my love,

She would never have sent him without her glove

That signals he is on errand official –

This must be something urgent and special.

 

The bodies I hide, how painful it is,

But it’s more important than life mine or his.

I can feel it deep in my heart, so strong,

Things will happen that will have meaning for long.

 

With sorrowful heart and mind deep in thought,

I go through the city to the house that I bought

For her that I care for more than my life,

For her I would take in my heart a knife.

 

The house stands as it were, with no-one inside

I seek out the papers that we did hide.

They tell of ages that long past by,

I always had a feeling they were a lie.

 

Whatever has happened – I’m the center of it,

Whatever she suffered should have me hit.

I have been fighting against the king’s will

My heart now draws me to Odine hill.

[Muennin]

Nice couplets, there.