(Incest warning on this one...) Oh, yikes... About this story: I've worked for two years developing the world these two inhabit, and I'm actually quite proud of it. Of course there are many other countries and cultures. Just to explain, the characters are Emperor Aghanim and Princess Aghamay, both of the empire Lemania. The palace they reside in is referred to as the Golden Palace, hence the mention. Semlit is part of three-men Lord General's council, the highest authority in the military, and Elin is but a lowly cadet, the lowest rank. Elin is also the biggest creep ever, but you didn't hear that from me. :D
Okay, backstory goes that, basically, Leman conquered Yanimara's homeland, and for rather political reasons forced her into marriage by slaughtering a village for each day she said no. Worked like a charm, no? ;) Incidentally, Leman and Yanimara are the ancestors of Aghamay and Aghanim from my story 'Origins of the Kingdom'.
Sometimes, I really hate muses... 'specially when Jakob drags me outta bed at 3 am to jot down a poem (Yes! I have a muse, he's male and named Jakob! Gotta problem?!). But, ah well... Dedicated to my little Jak.
I've always loved the phenomenon of elf dances; a legend telling of how elf maids danced humans to death. *Evil grin* I wrote this as sort of a RPing thingy... whatever. Yeah, yeah, the third verse sucks. Lemme alone... :)
I... honestly don't know why I wrote this. It's strange, I'm not happy with it, but I was told it was good so I'm putting it up. Bah. And, as a quick notice, the genders of the two are left in the dark on purpose, and I'll be happy to hear interpretations... ;)
Flip! Another poem... Oi, I really have to get cracking on some of my stories... Anyway, this is about, well, werewolves, sort of. Ahem - enjoy! Oh, and the weird rhythm is *completely* on purpose! Yup, definatly, mm-hmm! *Whistles innocently*
Let's face it; war sucks. What really gets me, though, is the fact that the militaries can't keep it for themselves. Why do innocents have to get hurt? I truly hate war... There's not much 'Elfwoody' about this poem, aside from the fact that it was originally an introductory poem in a post-apocolyptic war-story. Anyway, just read it.
Just a little poem I jotted down one night. Took me some fifteen minutes, so it's not all that good. But, hey! It rhymes!
I love griffins. I really do! Can't help it. Well, I just wrote this down one night. I always become inspired at night for some reason. Wonder why...
A teensy little poem, á la 'The Hero's Lot', only about a magician. Hey, don't blame me; I've just been reading to many 'strange' stories lately...
I know these poems aren't popular in the woods, but I just thought, 'What the hell...' and put it up anyway. I wrote this, wondering why exactly it is we have to grow up...?
A little thing on the title, first off. It's *not* supposed to read as murdering of the beast. It's the beast that murders something else; get it? Good. Now, on a little side note, this was translated from Danish like the Hero's Lot, but unlike the Hero's Lot, it actually sounds better in the original version. It's one of my very first poems, one which I hold very dear, and 'A Mourning Song' remains my favourite to this day (again, the Danish version). So please, be kind to my baby... :)
Erm... a ballad of sorts. Not very good, but hey! Oh, BTW, the creature luring Christin is a nix (A mythical creature. Look it up!) and if the end's confusing... well, she drowns.
Believe in reincarnation? Well, in any case there's a lot of it here. It's not finished though. As the title makes obvious, this is a love story, so consider yourself warned. Oh, yeah. The quotes comes from the song 'Someday Out of the Blue' by Elton John.
Assassins are cool; almost as cool as pirates, you know. Anyway, as the title says (and yes, I' fully aware that a garotte is nothing even resembling a sword)...
First thing's first: I did not want to write this in first person, but my main character, annoying brat that she is, insisted. Gurr... Oh, and if anyone say they like 'the Lord', I will smack you so severely. He's evil! He's not supposed to be liked! *G* Warn you I must. References to prostitution, incest and other squiffy stuff.
It's a love poem... sorta. A bit sick, maybe, but hey! At least it rhymes!
My absolutely favorite love poem! It's sorta old, but I still love it! Ah, yes. The wonders of inspiration gained at three in the morning... ;)
This is the prologue to a somewhat longer story. It's about the senaia Mesalo (Don't worry, I'll explain in the story) who just popped into my head one day and demanded to have his story written.
I'm not gonna tell ya anything! This is completely based on you getting a small surprise, so I'm not tellin'! :o)
I love Arthurian legend. Don't you. Anyway, here's a wee ditty about everyone's favourite mythical king! I know, I know, I could've made a better description, let alone poem, but gimme a break here! I'm tired... *hangs head* Yes, Jakob's been breathing down my neck again.