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- "Summer Song", By Awanydd Lief Myeras-Silvermoon (Page 1)
- SUMMER SONG
- by Lief Myeras-Silvermoon
- Yesterday, I dreamt of summer again:
- Of her short, delicious nights,
- Listening to the crickets' song when
- Sleeping 'neath starry lights.
- I dreamt of shadows, long as days,
- Stretching from the trees,
- Dancing to the sunlight's rays
- While caught upon the breeze.
- I dreamt of peaches and of plums,
- Glittering there like gems,
- While in the distance, beating drums
- Rattle at their stems.
- A spider creeps along my arm
- And tickles its fine hairs,
- Screaming silent, shrill alarms
- As it with eight eyes stares.
- I dreamt of cherries and of grapes,
- Both lovely summer treats.
- Between my teeth, their juice escapes
- While sweat drips down my cheeks;
- While sweat drips down my cheeks,
- Black bird wings spread above;
- A feather sheds as, through his beak,
- He caws in mock of love.
- I dreamt of large cicadas clicking
- Their noontime lullaby,
- The lazy afternoon time ticking
- Into an evening sigh.
- I stare into the spider's eyes
- And nigh forget my breath;
- Her fangs, hungry, twitch and rise
- Whilst I envision death.
- An ancient tree that's long since died
- Creaks and shivers with foreboding,
- And in its branches, side by side,
- Perch seven black birds crowing.
- Yesterday, I dreamt of summer again,
- Of all her music sweet--
- But all these dreams I've had have been
- Chimerical deceit.
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- You read what is written on stationery adorned with passion vines:
- Lady of the Summer Song,
- It is this epithet which inspires my song for You, enclosed.
- For Your challenge, I devoured texts about the Wyrd. I wandered through the saddened mists of Faethorn, and lingered at the archway guarded by thorns. I spent time meditating by a shrine raised in Your name, and I studied the webs and cocoons which draped the tree husk's branches. There are patterns there, surprisingly neat and orderly.
- Your spiders are remarkably organised, and they paint with beauty wrought by their own hands - something I try to do myself, however wild I find my own inner world and expression to be.
- Your creations - many of them, most, are small in size. I spend much of my time contemplating the little things, too. My Lady Whose essence I bear didn't paint sweeping skies or sculpt the mountains; as You know, She paints the flowers and their fruits.
- When I thought I could imagine how my beliefs could meet with Yours in something resembling harmony, I asked another of the Glomdoring to help me understand Gloriana. To my sadness, I learned how her people disregard the memory of the Fairest Forest. She offered instead to show me what she feels for the Glomdoring, but at my request, she painted a picture of the Wyrd for me to express it instead.
- I am sorry, beautiful Lady. The image Esei painted was painted with love, but I fear that if I look too deeply into the darkness that she sees, its tendrils, like shackles, will pull me inside.
- Lief Myeras-Silvermoon
- Avatar of Maylea, Bloom of Serenity
- Stationery adorned with passion vines is holding:
- "scroll229159" a watery scroll of the summer solstice
- 1 items found.
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- You address stationery adorned with passion vines to Viravain, Lady of the Thorns, and immediately a harried-looking elfen comes out to take it from you. She whistles, and a great horned owl comes flying into the room. The elfen attaches stationery adorned with passion vines to the owl's leg, and it speeds away.
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