For the Madrigal's prompt: Light.
This was not necessarily written for a specific person in the clue hunt. It can be whoever you wish.
I apologize for the lack of italicized print. In all the poems on here there are so many beautiful italicized and bolded lines that are so brilliantly worded. This is so plain... and obviously horrible. :( I really ought not dirty the archive with its drabbiness...
Dashes and asterisks separate ideas. Squiggles and asterisks mark different lines.
CC? Pretty please? With mesquite-grilled chicken on top? :D
In every world there are
curses,
that stick to one thing, or one
kind.
In fairytales, the queens are
cursed.
to chase, and lose, and
hide.
*-*/\*-*
In the real world there is
ice cream,
a sweet, simple soul easily
told.
It is cursed to be forever
chilled,
frozen to death in
stone.
*-*/\*-*
Perchance in the dream world you are
dreaming,
and in this dream you're being
chased.
Queens with henchmen, kings with
swords,
slaughter, and billow, with
zest.
*~*/\*~*
You run and run without
stopping,
You fly and flee without
rest.
But the queens and kings keep on
coming,
and your goal seems to be
never-finished.
*-*/\*-*
In the world of the Clues you
fight,
and if you don't fight, you might as well be
dead.
With zest and persistance and
wisdom,
you stand for your clues and
lineage.
*-*/\*-*
I know what ice cream
is,
I know what queens need to
do.
But about me and
clans,
I really don't have a
clue.
*-*/\*-*
In everything I see a
pattern,
the windows, the shadows, the
light.
But in darkness I see
nothing,
and nothing has no pattern,
right?
*~*/\*~*
So if there's no pattern in
darkness,
and if there's a pattern in
light,
that means I must follow the
light,
the unyielding loss of
dark.
*-*/\*-*
What is light, and what is
dark?
I really do not
know.
They say I walk in
light,
but others tell me
no.
*~*/\*~*
I want - I need the
light,
I crave it in my
soul.
But I can't follow its
flight,
its dreams, its pattern so
slow.
*-*/\*-*
The darkness is my
friend,
I hide in its many
shadows.
But the light is a stranger to
me,
and I hide from its brilliant
glow.
*~*/\*~*
It is my curse, I
believe,
just like ice cream's to melt and
drip-down.
It is my curse, I
know,
just like a queen's to chase and
frown.
*~*/\*~*
It is my curse to
lose;
to lose the Light I
love.
I hate my curse with all my
heart,
But I can never let the Darkness
go.