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.)
