Charyia Seastorm’s Shanty – short version.
Now here’s a tale both sad and true
‘Bout a flaxen haired babe with eyes of silver-blue
Charyia birthed from the heart of the storm
Charyia, King Riamh’s first-born.
A ship adrift on a restless sea
Cosan Realta cried once in pain
Then stood apart from the life she gave
When she turned her face toward the Flame.
Flaxen-haired and silver-eyed
Her lungs full of life as her mother died
The heavens turned to see the child
And the whirlpool began to spin.
Riamh gave his wife to the ocean deep
Her mortal remains in Lady Mara’s keep
While under the salty-moon’s shattered light
He called for balance, come due from the night.
The storm returned when the moon sunk low
Hell’s own breath behind the blow
From the maw of a cyclone that sundered and slew,
The whirlpool turned as Fates own hand
Spun the ship and shook her crew.
Onward, toward that fateful sand
And into the realm of certain doom.
Flaxen haired and silver-eyed
Her lungs full of life as her mother died
The heavens turned to see the child
And the whirlpool began to spin.
The Never-Dead-Witch waits upon the lee
Her magic aglow with goddess fire.
‘Life for the price of blood and bone?
A boon I offer thee.
One soul for all is my desire.
The hand of your King, the Eternal Tree.
Say it or begone for good, but
Crann Og Riamh belongs to me.’
The captain stood upon his deck
and held his daughter tight,
‘For seed, my crew, and my ship,
I’ll marry you this night
But Witch, this must thee know
Love like trees takes time to grow.’
Flaxen-haired and silver-eyed
Her lungs full of life as her mother died
The heavens turned to see the child
And the whirlpool began to spin.
The witch clutched her chest when she espied the babe
A dark heart softened, blossomed, gave.
‘The planets have aligned,’ she cried,
‘The silver-eyed daughter forbidden me
With my Destiny has arrived.
Chariya is most welcome on my shore.
Now let us away, my Lord, my King
The Shadow foretold in Gaiadon Lore
Is
upon our horizon, and we must prepare for war.’
Flaxen-haired and silver-eyed
Her lungs full of life as her mother died
The heavens turned to see the child
And the whirlpool began to spin.
Bone Song
We have forgotten the answer to the question
Hidden inside the song
Silence speaks in bones
Inhuman beauty,
Trapped in calcified tome.
Exposed and eroded, the truth
Turns out to be everything that remains
When all was said and done.
Where Earth and Sky meet
At the edge of a hard white cloud
Allusive thought is foraging memory,
Evanescent.
But same as it ever was - embered to ash
Death is the end of dying
When the Bone Song is sung.
The Western Gate
I see you striding toward the Sun
Nomos flying by your side
But the prophet is not beneath that stark and leafless
Tree
Dressed in white like Destiny
Nor the black horse foaming, but still.
Saddled and bridled in old-gold and fathomless-red
This is not your mount nor your path to tread.
Turn, turn,
Slip away toward the Western Gate.
And the truth
Has been wrought into a slimy mucus thread
The lie, unwieldy like the serpents on Medusa’s head
Not a gorgon but a winged horse instead,
Guardian of the Western Gate.
Eleri Imole
I saw the light of a solitary star in your eye turned
inward
And it whispered to me,
Eleri Imole.
And its fire was memory, a great snake unfolding.
Then, the Heavens were not without, but within.
Louise Ceres was born in 1966 in the North of England and is the author and creator of the Gaiadon Universe body of works, where she writes under the pen name, MT CERES. A previous contributor to Lothlorien Poetry Journal, The Fellowship of The Pen, the following poems and a sea shanty are the result of her current work on Book Three of Gaiadon Lore, a work of epic fantasy that explores life-death-life.
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