A/N: Wow. I really can't believe that I am actually getting something up here. Crazy? But I did promise Rana Ninque that I would post something by the end of March. I warn you that if you're looking for good poetry, I'm not the best person to look to. I have no idea how I (of all people) actually ended up writing a poem as I have said on more than one occasion that writing poetry is the bane of my existence. But, I guess this is what happens…-sigh- Here it goes. I would love a review (just to boost my self esteem) if you feel so inclined. I'll have better stuff up soon.
It sort of fits in the poetry genre. I mean, that's how it started out. It was simple, concise, probably better. I blame my muse entirely. And boredom. I blame boredom too.
Shieldmaiden
But I am a shieldmaiden and my hand is ungentle.
I have suffered greatly,
Alone, in the bitter watches of the night
And with those who love me,
But will never know as I become
Cold, distant, hard to decipher
Hiding my pain from the people it would hurt the most.
Each sad sound of the horn tearing my heart inside my chest
How I yearn to follow!
To taste sweet glory, to finally live!
Instead I am left behind
Standing, waiting
Impassive, but not invincible.
Serving my people with nobility and distance
For I know that the coming days will bring only grief
That truth hides behind my cold grey eyes
Along with a fire, waiting to be unleashed
To roar, to devour,
To show its quality.