Arya's Poem

by Tris'sLightningQuill

Remeber the piece Arya wrote for the Blood Oath Celebration? we never heard how it ended.... so I wrote it for her. I'll probably write a few more verses or something in the neardistant future, but here's what I got so far.... pointers? I suck at poetry?

Under the moon, the bright white moon,

Lies a pool, a flat silver pool,

Among the brakes and brambles,
And black-heart pines.

Falls a stone, a living stone,

Cracks the moon, the bright white moon,

Among the brakes and brambles,

And black-heart pines.

Shards of light, swords of light,

Ripple 'cross the pool,

The quiet mere, the still tarn,

The lonely lake there.

In the night, the dark and heavy night,

Flutter shadows, confused shadows,

Where once the stillness of night,

Had wrapped utterly 'round.

In the night, the perilous, thrilling night,

Flees a hope, a cherished hope,

Flying the brakes and brambles,

And black-heart pines.

But still the moon, the bright white moon,

Shows her silver face as she glides, broken,

Enduring above the brakes and brambles,

And black-heart pines.

The living stone, the hope of life,

Falls upon the pool, the flat silver pool,

The quiet mere, the still tarn,

The lonely lake there.

Winds of time, ropes of time,

Wander ever on, not stopping for want of man,

And still the stone, the living stone,

Lies un-cracked beneath the broken moon.

Lances of fire, tongues of flame

Break the stillness of the night,

Beneath the brakes and brambles,

And black-heart pines.

The pool is no longer flat and still,

And boils with fire rampant,

Churning, frothing, no longer quiet, no longer still,

A tortured pit of flame.

But still the stone, the living stone,

Is gone from the fire, and lives still

While winds of time blow 'cross the night

Beneath the brakes and brambles and black heart pines.