Epyllion

I wrote this mini epic, fantasy poem about a year ago, for our host. I presented it on the TPS site, but thought it belonged here too, on her very own site!



The Gem's Song

One thousand years after the new sun reflected its first light from the ancient moon
I stepped from my smooth hewn galleon with sails spun from giant gorryn silk
Onto the sands of an ancient myth never spoken but voiced in primeval song.

The sand has been polished by the gentle caress of the salted blue-green seas
Since created by a God of mercy and grace known only to a remnant few
And appears as fine gold dust glistening in the soft light of the infant star.

I pull my silver úlfur cloak tightly around my shoulders to break the chilled breeze
Blowing from the high cliff where I ascend to view the magical cerulean ornaments
And listen to their solemn lamentation which men say has softened by time.

The gems song beckons my presence and grows stronger as I approach
Until a symphony of stunning yet supple angelic voices resonate in my heart
A harmony that drowns my spirit in an intoxicating blend of sorrow and adoration.

One precious stone sings stronger than the others and seems to call me forward
So I carefully make my path through the trail of legends romantic tragedies
Until I am overwhelmed by the enchantment of the cry and the thickening ocean air.

I heard the stone call my name intuitively, but very clearly, and asked me
To remove my gold thread gloves and sheep skin boots, which I did
Then, with my bare feet on holy ground and my softened hands I lifted the heavy stone.

The sun suddenly grew to a new intensity and the skys thick atmosphere became clear
And the sands below the cliffs shone as if individually illuminated
And my heart pounded a new rhythm of an ancient melody of the forgotten fairy tale.

As if I was a mere observer, I saw my clothes dissolve in light and my ship fade away
And the stones around me began to resonate further into a forest of unimaginable stature
Except for the gem that called my name which began to spin and glow to a blue flame.

I was transfixed by the beauty of this miracle and the peace that overcame the planet
A new innocence and redemption was growing and heaving across the lands
Until the wonder of the vision pulled me to it and I kissed the cerulean gem.

The heavens cracked a loud thunder and I felt the delightful pulse of Gods Grace
and opened my mouth to cry praise and wonder but heard only the finest music strum
then the stone birthed a new life whose winged image mirrored my own new glory.

A genesis began that day with fresh trees and mountains and valleys of fragrant bouquets
A gift from the God of Creation for man to rule and two new dragons to soar freely in the skies
Roaring a new concord of earth and nature, with my new-born cerulean love dragonpoe.