Wilt Thou Forgive
This Chained Blade?


by: Cathy-chan
Thursday, November 15, 2001

*I was sort of in the mood of writing another poem, and I thought a tragic guy like Blayde needs one. You're probably thinking "Wait a minute. There's no character in Escaflowne called Blayde!" Yeah, you're right. It be best if you read my fanfic called "Power of Emotions" (to the end) until you read this poem. Because he's the antagonist of that story. Think of it as his lament to what he became, and how much he regretted it in the end. Enjoy my attempt at Old English Poetry!

Whither I go, Darkness shall follow me
Whence wilt my bitter journey end?
Ask not I, the vengeful blade,
For I know not

A Prophecy
That foretells not the coming of my end
But what comes ere The End

A Destiny
I cannot fight its violent oath upon me
Ever it bonds me, tighter and surer
Nay, I cannot flee from it either
Even with these powerful, but tired wings

The jagged, red murderers upon my hands
It had held me too long
Kept me on this middle land
Never will I fly to the white kingdom above

Alas! Never will I dwell
Upon the blue skies of The Forgotten Land
Never will Fate forgive what I had done

But wilt thou forgive me, Laria?
Ever and anon, I feel thee
Thy fair, smiling face beholding mine: an unchanging face
Thy gentle hand caressing mine: a wretched hand

Thou always reach for me
Asking, "Where art thou?"
Doth thou still love me?
Will a fair angel, such as thee, touch a blade?
Will an ill-purposed sword, such as I, be thine?

Prithee!
For good or ill
For eternal rest or unbreakable damnation
For a love so nigh, yet cannot see
Keep not the answers to my sorrow
To unspeakable pains

Answer me
Lest never I will feel my heart, beating
Lest never I will feel my soul, weeping

...Lest never will love touch...The Blayde, unsheathing
...Lest never will I remember who I am...

Doth thou know me?
Doth thou truly see me?

Poet's Note: Well...did you like it? I just had to get a dictionary open to make sure all of the phrases and words made sense, but I just thought the Old English makes it sound even more poetic, don't you think? My inpiration for this poem would be the poems made by J.R.R. Tolkien in "Lord of The Rings" and partly "Silmarillion." Please read & review! Any comments, suggestions and critical judgement is much appreciated! Thank you!