DIR Return Create A Forum - Home
       ---------------------------------------------------------
       The-Chronicles-Of-Bournemouthshire
  HTML https://thechroniclesofbournemout.createaforum.com
       ---------------------------------------------------------
       *****************************************************
   DIR Return to: NaNoWriMo Creations
       *****************************************************
       #Post#: 8792--------------------------------------------------
       Will of Lacrimosa ~ Symphony 0
   DIR By: Rita Arthurs
       Date: November 2, 2014, 7:38 pm
       ---------------------------------------------------------
       Will of Lacrimosa
       In the falling darkness of the night
       With no morrow for foresight
       There stood a maiden of the Moon
       Forever weeping, stood on ancient rune
       Of the ancient bygone days of old
       Of which myriad prophets have foretold
       In legend of more than one
       With countless versions, accurate none.
       The sorrow spread throughout the lands
       Meandering from the maiden’s hands.
       Her sorrow grew long, deep and ancient,
       Forever weeping for associated with her vagrant
       Countless glimmering girls of the lore
       From whom those many legends have bore
       By very same prophets and poets for whom
       The maiden’s weeping shall grow and bloom.
       One girl (the waning ‘crone’) for whom she wept
       Was kind as she led those who forever slept
       To Other side and back for rebirth as well
       Yet many then condemn for that to hell.
       A witch! they cry with rage, A creature of ghosts and ghouls!
       And yet a lock of hair of the weeping maiden those fools
       Place next to their bygone kin to guide them pure
       Into eternal slumber where they shall be secure.
       Another was a victim of one’s love for men
       As many lovers surrounded the girl (the full ‘mother’) then.
       Not just one deity had the girl romanced
       Yet it was a mortal who had her all entranced.
       But this was unrequited hopeless love held cumber
       For the mortal slept forever in youthful slumber
       Granted him by one which held the most might
       And so the girl visited and kissed the mortal just by night.
       The third, not last, a girl (the waxing ‘maiden’) of honour
       And protector of the weak, immune to others’ fawner.
       A cruel trick of fate had befallen her – one immune to
       Aphrodite.
       Despite this immunity of hers, a love had bloomed almighty
       For a companion of hers – one known as unfortunate hunter.
       This did not last as the girl was tricked to pierce the latter
       With a beast who was eternally honoured stellar
       By the trickster twin, or claims not just one story teller.
       Those are but the three the weeping maiden mourns
       Yet never daring to even remember those she scorns
       For no matter what happens to them –
       No good will from those emotions ever stem.
       (I plan to add on more stanzas..perhaps...as each one told the
       summary of the symphonies/ballads)
       *****************************************************
       Page 1 of 1