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 Posted: Sun Jan 25, 2009 4:34 pm
Sounds like a lot of fun. biggrin
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Posted: Sun Feb 01, 2009 1:06 am
Never seen the show but I have a friend who likes it. It's okay, don't be afraid of your taste in television shows.
I haven't been farther north than Diamond Lake but I love the area. I have family and we go just about every year. The place is more like home than the city is sometimes.
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Posted: Sun Feb 01, 2009 1:51 am
I guess this is something that will be a three part piece. The character is a warrior of sorts and I think I did this as a before during and after of a battle/war. I still have yet to find the pieces I wrote for during and after but here's the before piece.
Prebattle Thoughts
Air is silent, heavy with worry
a fire at my feet crackling
as I wait at the top of the hill.
Landscape below me,
campfires flickering like fireflies in a field.
The dancing flames offer little comfort on this night.
A night that may be my last.
To the soldiers neaby, it all seems so hopeless.
No chance for survival.
Surrounded by enemies on all sides.
True test of courage lies with the rising sun.
Battles to be fought
Swords to clash,
Shields to shatter,
Blood to spill.
With the dawn, I stare into the eyes of death.
I will not run and cower in fear.
I shall face it with honor and dignity.
And if I should fall, many others will fall with me.
I am a true warrior.
I know no fear
save for the fear for those I have left behind
those I defend from this oncoming threat.
A sweet little child, my own son,
living with his aunt and uncle while
my husband and I take up sword and shield once more.
I pray for his safety on this night.
Beg the gods to hear me and watch over him
The boy will need his father.
Splashing water over the fire
listening to the hiss of the dying flames
I watch the steam rise
before turning in for the night.
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Posted: Mon Feb 02, 2009 6:44 pm
Awww. I hope she lives. sad Great poem though! ^^ kaliska-rayne Never seen the show but I have a friend who likes it. It's okay, don't be afraid of your taste in television shows. It's a great show even though it may not look like it. And thanks. ^^
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Posted: Sat Feb 07, 2009 11:44 pm
The Battle
Dawn.
The world bathed in the golden glow of the rising sun
I stand proud in worn leather,
sword drawn,
staring down the opposing line
alongside my brothers and sisters in arms.
To my left is a youth
in new mail, face fresh,
with fear filled dark eyes.
His build and face, remind me
of the image of my little one
aged fourteen years in my mind's eye.
A soft spot for the child, I find.
"First battle boy?"
The words escaped me before sense finds me.
His reply as shaky as his stance, "Aye, ma'am"
I smirk recalling the days of my youth.
"Mask your fear or be an easy target. Your name, what is it?"
His face sterner but his voice shaking. "Riley Ma'am."
A warm smile I give to the boy.
"Stay close to me Riley. I shall see you return to your mother."
He nods in appreciation.
The sound of a horn,
the boy jumps but my hand rests on his shoulder.
The air hisses as the rain of arrows is unleashed
deadly hailstorm pelting the opposing side.
Two short blasts from the horn sound
I raise my sword and voice the command
two seas of people surge
set on overpowering the other
As arrows rain from above.
Steel against steel
the sound rings in the air
and the chaos begins.
Heart racing my sword bites into flesh
the first time in six years.
From behind, a gurgled cry.
I turn.
An enemy falls to the ground.
Behind him with blade stained crimson
stands young Riley.
They boy I was protecting
saved my life.
He stands dazed
staring at the corpse.
For him, the world had frozen
all shouts had died down
and his body numb.
Me, I was aware.
"Behind you"
I cry out seeing a sword raise behind the lad.
Deflecting a blow aimed for my head
I see the boy take on his enemy.
My fear eases.
My focus sharpens.
Time seems to speed and slow all at once.
Searing pain
from my shoulder sticks the shaft of an arrow.
My sword arm rendered useless.
Battle more straining
A failed parry
sword rips into my side.
Hazy vision.
No!
Fight through!
My strength wanes.
I sink to the ground
Staring defiantly at the shadowed form.
It is my time.
As I accept this, I hear a sound,
one that fills me with hope and dread.
The hiss of an arrow and a low rumble
like thunder.
All sound fades away
the world turns black
and I know no more.
((Note: the conversation part is a little akward. Still trying to work out the kinks on that.))
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Posted: Sat Feb 21, 2009 6:35 pm
*claps and cries at the same time* I was hoping she'd live! T.T Great poem though!
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Posted: Mon Feb 23, 2009 1:14 am
I did say three parts to this, not two but then again she may not be alive in the third part anyway.
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Posted: Wed Feb 25, 2009 5:37 pm
Oh yeah. Hehe. Sorry. ^^" But that is really good though! Can't wait for the next part. ^^
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Posted: Sun Apr 12, 2009 12:30 am
kaliska-rayne Thanks. Usually when you see movies when they have seems like this I rarely see reluctance in the killer or the person getting revenge. So I just did that.  Bam, fish drops! biggrin
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Posted: Thu May 07, 2009 8:34 pm
kaliska-rayne Welcome to Rayne Fall Okay, so the title of this place is a little goofy but I wanted something creative and that was all I could think of. If I come up with something better I'll change it.  I'm not much of a writer but I do need a little bit of a creative outlet and I'm trusting my clan not to stone me for my crappy attempts at writing. Usually when I write, it's whatever comes to mind so this place is going to have very random things in here. Fish drop. X3
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Posted: Sun Oct 18, 2009 7:31 pm
I apologize to everybody for disappearing for as long as I did. Life has been a little hectic and so i could not always get online. My computer died and by the time it was repaired site navigation changed yet again so it became difficult to find the clan page. I have started school again and that does take up quite a bit of my time. I shall try to be a more active clan member once things settle down a bit more.
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Posted: Mon Oct 19, 2009 2:59 am
Home
It feels as though I am floating.
A boat adrift in a sea of darkness.
No pain, no sound, only darkness.
Nothingness is not unpleasant
But, a thought strikes my mind.
No, not a thought, names.
Aiden and Seth,
my husband and my son,
my light.
A light breaking through the darkness.
A voice, faint, crying out,
Calling for someone.
There is a warmth encasing my hand,
feeling beginning to return to me.
There is pain,
yet I care not.
I try to move,
to open my eyes
to gently squeeze the hand holding my own.
My body refuses to obey me.
My limbs are heavy and I am weary.
Finally I get my eyes to open.
The sting of the light brings tears.
“Aiden?”
A weak, hoarse, whisper burns my throat.
I cough, my sides aching with each movement.
Elated cries
chaos
Healers swarm the bed.
Water and medicines given,
and just as suddenly there, gone.
Sitting up now,
I see the room given.
More importantly,
I see my guide back to this world.
Crimson eyes filled with relief,
Messy Jet hair bordering a tired young face.
He had not slept well in what seemed like days.
He wore no armor, a rare sight for even me to see.
“Four days you did not wake and burned with fever.
I feared death would take you from me.”
He looks at me as though I would break with the slightest touch.
Tall strong knight, my strong knight,
afraid to hold me.
“I am not so fragile, my love.” I whisper
reaching for my husband
trying to ease his fears.
It is I who take comfort in his arms
Knowing he is here and not the creation of a fever dream.
He stays with me until morning.
His unit called away to battle
With the aid of Riley I stand
Trying to be strong as I watch him ride out.
It pains me to know that I cannot be on the field with him.
To my bed I return
hoping to quickly recover.
Praying for his safety
weeks pass with no news.
I grow fearful but can do nothing.
Though my wounds healed
I cannot return to the field of battle
Upon the orders of my king, I return home.
“Mommy!”
A smile on my face as I hear this joyous cry.
Bending down to meet the charging child
I plant a kiss upon his brow.
Glad to be home holding him in my arms.
Even with the giggling boy riding on my shoulders
the manse feels so empty and silent.
Day by day, week by week, I watch the horizon
attending to duties as Lady and mother
As I pray for Aiden's safe return.
I watch my son train
holding toy sword in hand
reminding me of his father more and more.
From behind me, the sound of riders.
I turn to see an armored stranger
leading a familiar black steed.
My heart drops
I pick up the hem of my dress
running for the rider.
He removes his helm
expression grim
regret in his eyes
he shifts uncomfortably in the saddle
voicing lacking emotion as he speaks.
“Milady, it is my deepest regret to inform you
Lord Aiden Raghnall...”
Tears well up in my eyes.
Aiden, my knight, my beloved,
“...is alive and well
Standing right behind you.”
I stand there letting tears fall
certain that it was shock
making me hear what I wished to hear.
Guided by a strong but gentle hand
I am turned around.
Crimson eyes, messy jet hair,
young face smiling mischievously.
In his arms sharing a grin was Seth.
Little boy staring at me with questioning eyes as I cry.
Aiden wraps an arm around me
pulls me in for a kiss.
Our little one crying, “eww.”
I was overjoyed.
He was here, he was home.
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Posted: Wed Oct 28, 2009 2:42 am
Heh, you're such a tease! You make us think it's gonna be sad, then give a sweet surprise! Hahaha
Well I love the poems! Great job!
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Posted: Sun Mar 14, 2010 1:16 am
Under the shade of a tree,
a place I call home,
my mind wanders
to times and places I have known.
Faces of people
good friends
some still at my side
and others gone.
Decisions I have made,
some brilliant, some foolish.
My life drifts like a play before me.
Laughter at the happy memories
Tears at the sad.
A friend I have lost
and a love I have gained.
Sacrifice unintended
the moment I said yes.
He had been my heart's desire,
twice lost to me by unlucky turn of events.
Foolish it may be,
I still call her my best friend.
She learned of our love,
and rage filled her.
Concern, she said it was,
love, she said it was,
but her reaction only spoke of rage to me.
She no longer speaks to me,
she even threatened him,
when we extend the hand of frienship
she spits on the offered hand.
Yet I find myself unwilling to give up.
I simply watch and wait,
hoping for us to agree to disagree
and be friends once again.
For now I take comfort in his arms,
we spend time with our friends,
living as though nothing has really changed,
laughing and having a good time.
I am still lucky to have what I have.
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