Ballade of N'Rolav Branishor

[Fleur]

This was written for Shieldwall and told at their Fall Festival tale-telling gathering.

The Ballade of N'Rolav Branishor


Proud Branishor in times of old
Was once a city fine and rare;
With scholars’ works and merchants’ gold,
Bold gentlemen and ladies fair.
Tall houses lined the market square,
Out in the streets the children played,
The temple rang with song and prayer --
Now in our minds these visions fade.

At peak of winter, crisp and cold,
Their breath hung icy in the air;
And then the demons, uncontrolled,
Stripped Branishor completely bare.
Without respite or any care
They carried on their vile parade,
Attacking townfolk unaware --
Now in our minds these visions fade.

One pink-robed child, both brave and bold,
Did what no full-grown man would dare;
Broke from her mother’s desperate hold,
Then fixed the demons with a glare.
That night was black, they would not scare,
Her heart was torn, her skin was flayed,
Left crumpled up with bloodied hair --
Now in our minds these visions fade.

Some say a doll still lies out there,
In shadow-lands of that grim raid.
Some hear it cry, in soft despair --
Now in our minds these visions fade.

[AKA Azure]

Thank you for posting it here! It was eerie the first time and nice to be able to come back to it now.

[Lavender]

Thankyou for your post. I was the first to say my poem and unable to stay due to "RL" comitmits. I am sad that I missed it and for all who showed up late I wanted to repost my poem.

A Valorn Jack-O-Lantern
By Joyfire

To the pumpkin in my hand,
What kind of face shall make you grand?
Like a Spectral Farmer should you be?
A ghastly ghostly glare to see?
Or perhaps a goblin you should be,
As I hang you from a tree.
A Sea Wraith you could be,
All done up with salty seaweed.
Well, whatever face that may appear,
Only one thing for certain is clear
We shall have a very fun Fall Fest this year!