This is one of what I call minotaur poetry. This just means that all deal with the minotaur -- as a symbol, as a people, and as my own personal reflection. A minotaur chant for going into battle. Usually used by clans or in the army. Rarely by individuals. Almost ritually done the dawn before fighting is engaged in on a large scale.
Garroway is a were-dingo. This is to say, he used to be a normal dingo, with a mate, a section of territory, pups, and the job of helping raise them. One night, something attacked and bit him. The next full moon, the poor feral dog found himself a man. He now tends to stay in a hybrid form. But that's just the beginning. A roleplay character of mine, the gallant coward, scholar of poetry and literature, and thorough rogue often takes to spouting bits or whole compositions of poems, songs, or rhymes in response to everyday happenings, or to entertain. Much of his poetry rhymes. Almost all, in fact. And, since it's done within the bounds of real time roleplaying, I come up with it on the spot, and generally very fast. This 'song' was in response to a dryad character asking for a song, Garroway asking her to name a subject, to which she answered - surprise - a tree. I took that and ran, and the result is what you see below.
A song of the battle-bred -- a warrior unicorn caste created to protect the whitelings, or classical European unicorn, from hunters, harm, or other threats. Built on similar lines to draft horses, they are many colors, have feathers(long hairs on their legs), and horns scimitar-curved instead of straight. See the pic of Travesty in my Loth gallery to get more explanation and see a depiction of battle-bred anthro form. The battle-bred were meant to be partners to the whitelings, but instead, they've been shoved into a slave class, and any small infraction can have heavy consequences including beatings without healing, or simple execution. Forbidden to learn to read or write with strictly controlled exceptions, they have developed instead a rich oral tradition, of which this song is one example.
Though this is actually serving as a prologue to a longer story I'm working on about the battle-bred, my warrior unicorns, I feel it also can serve as a stand-alone representation of one of their teaching-tales. As part of their oral tradition, such stories are an example of both how they pass on their history, and how the whitelings ensure their indoctrination.
This is one of what I call minotaur poetry. This just means that all deal with the minotaur -- as a symbol, as a people, and as my own personal reflection. It is minotaur tradition to create a song for the one you would court, or take as lifemate. Derettahs is one of my roleplay characters, a minotaur who through no fault of her own, ended up murdering her clan. The thing is, no-one, not even Derettahs herself, knows that. She, and everyone else, believes she's guilty, and a coward for running from her people, who will kill her on sight. What she'd done eventually drove her mad. Through a fluke of healing, she was made sane for a while. A human she'd befriended, Aulis, and her eventually fell in love, as she slowly began to go crazy again. This is her song, sung in private, since it could not be given to Aulis himself.
This is something of a minotaur poem, but could be also plain fantasy poetry. A wanderer or travelling song.