The Maid Miria and T’Alcydene the Warrior ~ 1/4

T’Alcydene
To say the name is to bring
a moment’s hesitation in the breath
T’Alcydene
The name is forbidden in this
and the other Nether~Kingdoms
T’Alcydene
He walks in her dreams
Three years dead
And he walks in her dreams . . .

Miria
Is not of this place
Sea foundling
cast upon this shore
And who can name her gods
Who can fathom the gods that would cast such a one
on the shoreline of this far and foreign place
Who can say why she never speaks
or wear colors that other women . . . wear
Why she never submits
Who can say . . .

Oh she is lovely
In the way icebergs are lovely
and mostly hidden . . .
She is lovely
But her stare dispirits all the young men
All save one
One also not of this place
One named T’Alcydene
One who no longer lives
here . . .

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Chyfrin the Celtic poet

Artist, Poet, Electrical/Biomedical Engineer, Actor, Playwright, Set construction, Educator, Lover of womankind and single malt scotch

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