Poem - Heartsong

In the land of Tza Tza, full of love and laughter
 was a faerie bold and true born by blood this land to rule

Nurtured and taught by the great advisors

 She flourished in all they laid before her.

Yet everyday was like another

 nothing varied, nothing changed.

Rise before dawn, study till dusk

For a queen to be this was a must.

Something had to change!

Her skin of burnished oak
 she covered with her faerie cloak.

A shimmer, a mist and a sprinkle of dust

 she vanished before they could protest.

This was before her coming of age

 when she wandered alone to think and pray

For her heart longed for adventure

 'coz she found her studies weighty and pressured.

She roamed the forest, fields and meadows

 searching for exciting treasures.

Such is the way in all adventures

 the heavens opened forcing the need for shelter.

Without a thought for her safety,

 she flew into a cave dark and musty.

Within it's depths she heard a noise

 that caused our shivering faerie to pause.

She held her breath and listened again.

 A crack! A rasp! A wheezing croak

made her turn and seek it's source.

 Deep within lay a glowing mass,
shining, rocking an egg, she gasped!

A cry for help from a burgeoning beast

 caused her heart to lurch, she could not resist.
For help if sought she was borne to offer

 and knelt before the glossy matter.

There on the dank cold cave floor

 lay a small dragon only half born.

Without care for herself,

 she lifted its head and sang for health.

The beast was spent and life seemed gone

 distressed beyond measure she sang her song.

Her tears of gold fell into its mouth.

 He swallowed each tear and took to himself

her love, her life and her gift of health.

Within her arms a warmth did pass

 from her to him and back again.

Entwining hearts that should be at odds

 instead became bound in love.

A bond this strong and true was called

 Heartsong meant only for the noble brood.

For to join in song one heart to another

 was a bond meant to last forever.

A faerie and a dragon love?

 In all of history it was never heard of.

So began a secret passion

 of heart and soul and spirit blending.

Heartsong can not be broken
 by fae or foe or any potion.

In secret then their love must be hidden,
 lest they cause a great commotion

Or be discovered, seperated and banished
 from the land they both did cherish.

Time it passed and the dragon grew

 their bond remained strong and true

Until the night before her crowning

 when their secret was discovered.

Hauled before the court of law,

 then given a choice to rule or fall.

Forsaking her love, she could never do

 so into exile she was sent
And there forever to repent.

Dispirited and broken hearted
 the faerie and the dragon departed.
Leaving the home they both had known
 seperated by the Sword of Gowen.
Into exile they were sent
 for a life of banishment.



For if she ever dared return
 she must be crowned without her Heartsong
And rule as she was raised to do
 Serve her people and forsake the love she held to.



Yet one day she vowed to find him
 for the Heartsong had forever bound them.
Heart and soul and spirit blending
 through her song her message she sent him.

Wherever Rivenaugh was bound
 his heart would hear the lilting sound
Of her song of love and longing
 from her heart to his unending.

And there in spirit strong and true
 their love would continue despite the rules
To seperate, forced far apart
 never to join heart to heart.

By Valli

19.2.2011

This is Kirscha's history that will be transformed into a tiny book to sit in a special place in Riven Manor. I want to add pictures and then send everything off to someone to transform. Rivet and Kirscha inspire me.

I've been tweaking this throughout the day, so this may not be the final poem. I've had no training so writing can be difficult at times.

This is now the final draft. 23.2.11