dustinzgirl
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Lace's story is the inspiration for this, so if you haven't really read it yet this might not make sense, but it probably stands ok on its own anyways. Anyhoo, Crimson Fields has such a grand little cadence of its own it inspired me to write this poem. There is an abc-abc rhyme scheme that is not a perfect rhyme at all.
The line vocis deus - vox ianua (I think) translates (loosley) from latin to the voice of god at the door or something to that effect...also, I realize forswore is not used correctly at the end. But what's life if you can't misuse words now and again?
Emerald’s Season
The wicked howl a mad wind
Seven seasons revenge God
vocis deus - vox ianua
And spat on those who sinned
Vengeance and the wooden rod
Fates in the heart’s blood, Danae
An Elfin dirge for the Fallen
War is fire and life is death
Greater weapons have been wrought
Emerald’s song is callin’
Warrior’s steel is his breath
Falls not with all the battles fought
Flakes of snow and crimson lore
All fall the ruddy ashes
To the battle worn soul
A hundred thousand and more
Demon’s skin strips in slashes
A mountain for the death toll
The kinsmen need their saviour
For all those horrid enemies
Come amply from high and low
And the hero’s steel will roar
Till the end of their journeys
When all evils are forswore.
The line vocis deus - vox ianua (I think) translates (loosley) from latin to the voice of god at the door or something to that effect...also, I realize forswore is not used correctly at the end. But what's life if you can't misuse words now and again?
Emerald’s Season
The wicked howl a mad wind
Seven seasons revenge God
vocis deus - vox ianua
And spat on those who sinned
Vengeance and the wooden rod
Fates in the heart’s blood, Danae
An Elfin dirge for the Fallen
War is fire and life is death
Greater weapons have been wrought
Emerald’s song is callin’
Warrior’s steel is his breath
Falls not with all the battles fought
Flakes of snow and crimson lore
All fall the ruddy ashes
To the battle worn soul
A hundred thousand and more
Demon’s skin strips in slashes
A mountain for the death toll
The kinsmen need their saviour
For all those horrid enemies
Come amply from high and low
And the hero’s steel will roar
Till the end of their journeys
When all evils are forswore.