bard-of-melyth

He stood out in Melyth. His lineage was of royalty, this only he knew. But he sparked memory. His closely shaven hair was the kind of black you might see on a moonless hair. His complexion, unlike the people of Nurin, his birthplace, was tanned. But he was no farm boy. It ran in the family, the royal side anyway. People in Melyth did not usually have dark hair and skin and light eyes, so he was regarded as different by many. He was not ugly, no, ask anyone and they’d tell you he was a very handsome boy –as he was not quite a boy yet- he was just different. His nose was long and straight, his only feature considered normal and comm

Oh, the sun is setting The horizon aflame A dying torch that burns brightly Shadows are cast unto the earth Relating the story of  day soon to be past As the darkness creeps slowly, imminent, ever-progressing Oh, the sun is half-way gone The fire on the horizon almost out A torch losing its intensity The earth is wrapped in that nighttime chill A protective mist settles onto the ground Soothing our dreams, shielding us from bad things But what do we do when we need to see? Oh, the sun has left us The horizon is now dark A torch gone forever, yet to return in the morning

All was quiet throughout the house. The girl could see this. Good she thought. Everyone was sleeping. As she stole down the stairs, the moon shone on her face, revealing tears. Into the kitchen she went. Slowly, ever so slowly, she opened the knife drawer, reached for the jagged bread knife. Then she paused. I want it clean this time. She reached for another knife, this one with a straight edge and razor sharp. Back in her room, she locked all the doors and opened the curtains. The moon, full tonight, illuminated the space. She stopped to look at it. So beautiful. At peace. Unlike me. Then the anger came. She took the knife to her wris

My mother carried me When I was vulnerable And in some ways she still carries me My mother is extremely strong Never losing patience Even when she should have I love my mother dearly Somewhere deep inside Even though I don't always show it I owe her the world For all she's done But I know I will not give it to her For stingy am I with love Though generous is she