"Prose and Poetry"

Not all the selections here are my own.
~Von~

"For Rayella"

by - Strongbow Firehand

Ice-blue, silver and white,
I see in my mind's eye.
Such a harmony of motion,
So beautiful, I sigh.

This cannot be happening to me.

Discovery of emotion,
Never thought to exist,
A path leading toward,
A life of utter bliss.

Still, this cannot be happening to me.

A kiss, a word, surrender,
Willing arms that pull me near,
Her voice, a calming whisper,
Pushing back the fear.

I know now, this has happened to me.

"The Gift"

by - Strongbow Firehand

The white dove's journey was at an end,
perched on the edge of night.
It's song broke the stillness, bringing to life
that which was thought forever buried.
Joy sprang from the light of music,
stretching it's limbs and reveling in newfound love.
Deeper, day by day, growing ever fuller,
the vessel overflowing.
Acceptance, no remorse,
unquestioning acknowledgement
of giving and recieving.
The circle complete,
as two are made whole, the lost now found.
The gift given to both without asking.

"The Arrow's Flight"

by - Lightheart

The infant finally slept.
As though he could not see enough of this strange new world,
he had fought slumber like a true warrior,
'til at last he succumbed as all warriors must in the end.

The young elf maiden cradled her son in her arms
and moved with a stealth known only to mothers,
and carefully ( so as not to begin the battle anew )
placed the young lad in his bed.
The father, not nearly as adept at this brand of warfare,
crept lightly behind the mother and lingered by the child's bed
as his wife prepared to retire for the evening.

The elf lord peered at his son
with a love he had not known existed within him,
and just as he was about to turn to his own bed the babe,
as if to conspire with the father, opened his eyes and smiled.
Without uttering a sound the young elfling made it clear
that the smile would be fleeting if the father did not somehow
entertain the new "master of the house".
The baby's head turned and the father followed his eyes
to the ancient elven harp propped in the corner of the room.

" Ahh, a song is it?" thought the father.
"Then a song you shall have, my son".

The father retrieved the harp and quietly knelt by his son to play.
The elflord's fingers danced over the strings and,
once set in motion,
the harp seemed to awake and play of it's own accord.
In a soft alto voice the father sang:

The archer's bow let loose upon the world
an arrow straight and true.
Of finest wood and fletching rare,
crafted with the greatest care
'Twas no simple arrow that now traversed the air.
'Twas the quiver of the archers heart,
from whence this arrow flew.

The archer's eye did shed a tear,
his lips let loose a sigh
as the arrow took it's course.
For his hand now held no sway,
to guide the arrow on it's way.
The forces of the world would now greatly weigh
Upon the arrow's lonely flight and show it no remorse.

The arrow flies what seems so straight a path
to those with untrained eye.
But through this archers life,
he's lived it's pleasures and it's strife.
He's learned the arrow flies the arc of life.
The arrow in it's flight doth rise, then fall, and seem to die.

But as the archer drew his mighty bow he knew
From deep within his heart,
Through wind, through light, through darkest night,
Beauty is found in the arrow's flight.
And this one he knew, would find it's mark.

The last note still quietly reverberated on the strings of the harp as
the father placed it back in it's corner. He returned once more to the
bedside of his now sleeping son. As he gently tucked the blanket around
the baby he wondered how much of the song his son had heard. He kissed
the sleeping baby on the forehead and before turning toward his own bed
whispered, " goodnight my precious arrow."

Lightheart

"The World of Night"

by - Rayella Sarrin

O’ hence, here come the brazen tones of Dawn,
breaking through the soft caress of starlight.
Throughout the eve of softly pealing chimes,
the ever loving Night of vows exchanged,
came the brassy, blaring, booming of the
brashly brandished bells. Cutting quickly through
the magic in the making. A single
stolen kiss, a hurried word, a soft embrace,
a loving promise of another day.
But as the fiery steeds of day, pulling
their sun to higher light, arise in triumph,
I only wish for gentle night.
For though the bright and glaring sun doth shine,
I know that I can always find that world,
that world of Love and Night

"Nal's Little Pain"

by - Strongbow Firehand

It happened, and Spawn Valley was where.
And I'll bet that you'll wish you were there,
So please hear my tale,
You'll laugh without fail,
Because it happened to Nalynn the Fair.

Now Nalynn and I were just talking,
And around on the grass she was walking,
When up walked a chicken,
Twas not Chicken Licken,
But the fair maid the chick began stalking.

Where ever Nal went it would follow,
Up hill, over dale, and through hollow,
She had started to sweat,
How close would it get!
Her mouth dry, she could not even swallow!

Now Nal had become quite excited,
But the onlookers were all quite delighted,
At this comical pair,
And Nal pulling her hair,
No chicken would make HER feel slighted!

Was this chicken possessed or what?
Nals pacing had caused a deep rut,
She could take it no more,
And she let out a roar,
"Who tied this chicken to my butt??"

I fell off my log to the grass,
Laughing like I was on gas,
Then the chick disappeared!
But it wasn't so wierd,
I mean, it's name was Pain In The Ass!

"Never"

by - Rayella Sarrin

When will I feel the touch,
of another's love,
without bonds, expectations,
It's just too much...

It seems that I will never live,
Yet I will never die...
I am destined to live all my life...
way up high....
away from the world,
to never be heard,
never to be loved again...

If I came back,
Would you be mine?
Would you love me for all time?
or will I always be away...
or could I never stay,
with you...

Oh...
I shall never be the same,
I shall never live again,
without you.
and if you want to be my love,
and soar with me above it all...
remember... that I will


Never...

Be the same...

again...

Back to: Legacy