Just A Name- an original poem

"The Assassin" by Leafbreeze7
The Assassin” by Leafbreeze7

It’s just a name,
I tell myself
as I notch my arrow and
narrow my eyes.
It’s just a name,
I know it is,
just another name that
has to die.

Some letters on a piece of paper,
a foreign title I will never know,
ink and words and nothing more-
no room for any emotion to show.

It’s just a name,
I know it is,
a job to be done and
coin to collect.
It’s just a name,
I tell myself
as I aim my arrow at
his neck.


Fantasy fiction is one of my favorite genres to read and write in, and this poem taps in to a bit of my recent work. The character here is obviously an assassin who is feeling conflicted about her career choice (though of course she won’t admit it). 

Lore- an original poem

by Kate Pfeilschiefter
by Kate Pfeilschiefter

Melted wax and leathery wings,
ancient scrolls and usurped kings,
crimson wars and retold tales,
spellbound woods and raven scales.
The mighty heroes from days of yore
live on in endless pages of lore.

The Titan’s Tremble

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“And why does the air smell of soot?”
the young squire asked.
“It reeks of a fire long dead.”

“A Titan stomped its flaming foot,”
the old knight said,
“and its stride cooked the earth red.”

“And why is the dirt strewn with bones?”
the young squire asked.
“Those empty white eyes cannot weep.”

“A Titan sighed a hungry moan,”
the old knight said,
“and peeled their flesh with his teeth.”

“And why do black clouds crowd the sky?”
the young squire asked,
“For it has not rained in years.”

“The Titan’s peace was a bold lie,”
the old knight said.
“His tremble shakes the sky with tears.”


Here is another ‘song’ from the project I’m working on. Again, there is a backstory to this poem, but I hope that the ‘lyrics’ portray enough. My first poem/song from this series was The Lily Lords.

 

Pilgrims- and original poem

"Guardian of the Sunset" by EthicallyChallenged (Milek)
Guardian of the Sunset” by EthicallyChallenged (Milek)

We are pilgrims,
seeking what lies beyond the amber vale-
a land where the mountains are gilded in freckled light,
and the earth sighs with each step.
Here I live on dirt and rock and water,
and breathe winter air that bites my throat.
But there I’ll feast on garnet grapes,
and sleep beneath a moon carved of opal
every obsidian night.
Where malachite moss creeps up jasper trees,
and seas are bathed in starlight-
there I shall build my home,
nestled in the golden sands.
We are pilgrims,
seeking what lies beyond this molten matter world-
a land where jewels drip from trees,
and time is crystallized.

The Lily Lords

Three hundred days of red we stayed,
and the grass grew with bones in its leaves.
And three hundred days of black we blazed,
as the lilies were picked by the thieves. 

Oh, have you heard of the Lily Lords?
with blue and black petals they lay
dead on the ground, hey, dead on the ground
as the night wept into the day.

One satin eve they met their hands,
and with silver lips fought with words;
they sought to restore the peace between lands,
but their tongues were honed into swords.

Not even a scream could the rose howl
as the weed wound its nettle-wrath roots,
for the Lily Lords’ tremblin’ voices were fouled
by the raw soil they did dispute.

Three hundred days of red we stayed,
and the trees soaked the blood up their leaves,
And three hundred days of black we blazed,
as the land was torn up by the weeds.

Oh, have you heard of the Lily Lords?
with blue and black petals they lay
dead on the ground, hey, dead on the ground
as the night wept into the day.


This is actually supposed to be a “song” for the project I’m currently working on. I’m in the process of writing the music to it. It’s got a fairly extensive background, so it might not make total sense when taken out of context…but oh well.