Gaois Laoi

.

I have made a mistake

A most grievous mistake

But I could not just

Leave her there, not

When I could hear her

Soul

Singing to me

.

So I took it with me

Bound to the blade that

I know not the name of

She deserved to have

A proper resting place

With her fellows and not

Rotting in the jungle

.

I crept through the town

that night

[it helps that

she looked like me]

Then that man saw me

.

I tried to avoid him but

It was too late

And when the sound of his grief

stirred

The great sharp-scaled beast

I called to him in warning

If only I had seen

The old man

Who sat still

On the edge of the cliff

.

Oh if only I was not

Such a fool

As to think I could trust

A hunter not to kill me

But now I sit in the

Gaps between the huts

And lament

My fate

.

My dearest Red Wing

It is my only hope that you

can be free now

as can I


There's one poem left in the story... but it won't be released for a few days. In the meantime, I invite you to try and solve the riddle of Illincara. Throw your theories at me in the reviews, and whoever gets the closest to the right answer will get a mention in the afterword of the story.

(For those wondering why there are full stops after every stanza, it's because this site likes to eat blank lines, and it was the only way I could preserve the formatting.)