Eponym
by Shonushka Aurélie Sen
No mouth of Man could spin a tale to fill a dark and deadly sky
Garbed in jewels of brisker streams, milder than her charms bely
O bright Haeronwen, made for grace-maiden of the roaring seas
Woodland nymph of ages past, hymn to crown an autumn breeze.
Fair July was precious fair, for birds and beasts alike had blessed
A path that led the cherished child to stray upon the untrod West
And there the souls of untouched light died upon the bloody soil
Hardened by the scorching earth that clung about their heavy toil.
No more the sprite of oceans calm, her anger blown in unclad ire
The tears of yesteryear run dry, and in their place-a searing fire!
Sorrow dulled her ruby gleam, but mettle fought the longest night
Thus the alders shed their leaves and darkened in her lonely sight.
She bore a word of April's joys, the tune that sang her lilting name
Fierce and proud it touched the winds, for every letter wept in vain
Her body forged of molten steel, a hand that held a lance of truth
Recalled the whispers of the lips that vanished from a stolen youth.
And now the flames of vivid pain burn within her sombered eyes
For she is one whom time may touch, after it has deemed her wise
The mist of grief have risen; she walks once more beside the water
But embers deck the golden gem upon the head of Fortune's daughter