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Canon Song of Sorrow

Faelin

The Court Jester
Retired Staff
A proper rhyme, it tells a story,
Ones of loss and ones of glory.
Challenge accepted~!

Based on actual Alteran events; the life of my character, Evelyn, from birth up to the present day.
Added in one of my newer verses from the discussion thread- Bwee!

In the palm of love’s soft hand,
Side by side the two did stand,
Lovers, joined by fortune’s will,
Soon they both their fates fulfill.

At last a child was born to them,
Such joy the stars swiftly condemn.
For one fair morn, as dawn did break,
Her mother sweet, the tides did take,

The father’s grief beyond compare,
His daughter he’d protect, he’d swear.
Born of love and raised in kind,
This wanton child to hate was blind.

In sunlit groves where lilac blooms,
In silver spires beneath the moon,
This gentle child, now maiden fair -
So sweet and kind, so unaware.

Once more, fate was to strike a chord;
The pieces moved across the board,
As plots and schemes fell into place.
The lies were spun as fine as lace.

Taken far and held alone,
‘Midst swamps of mist and walls of stone,
Trapped without the need for bars,
In silence bound beneath the stars.

By uncle’s wrath and prince’s greed,
Her only hope to pray and plead,
This gentle child, this maiden fair,
Was forced a heavy load to bear.

And so the child did hence abide,
No matter if she wept or cried,
Her word she gave, with her consent,
To give her hand; the prince to wed.

And so, there in the dead of night,
The caged bird did make her flight,
But, alas, her wings could not unfold,
Nor slip past her goaler’s hold.

Taken far across the sea,
Still bound to her grave destiny,
And knowing with each fallen tear,
And every wave, her fate grew near...

There the child was held once more,
When the boat did reach the shore,
Lost in dreams ‘twixt waking hours,
Lost in gardens bright with flowers,

Lost in fury and despair,
No gentle words could her repair,
Even freed, still locked away,
Still doomed to die another day.
 
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