Release
A wind drives through my soul,
Freezing my blood and stilling my thoughts.
Dying leaves fall from the withering trees,
Reflecting what I am inside.
After this, how much can death hurt?
This passing has crumbled my soul to ashes.
For the last and final time, I weep.
Brom, O Brom,
You lived a great time indeed.
You have loved, you have lost,
And now you have conquered.
I do not know where you now are,
But I do know I'll laugh with you again, flying side by side…
You on your Saphira, and I on mine.
98 words - whew!
A/N: This is the poem I entered to the Eragon poetry contest. The contest is closed already, sorry…I didn't want to put this up when it was still open -sticks tongue out at scruffy potential plagarizers- anyhoo, this poem is supposed to be Eragon's feelings right after Brom's death. I hope it's good…this is something like the MILESTONE second time I've ever written a poem and given it to somebody outside of my highschool Lit class (how the heck are you supposed to write a poem on A Separate Peace or Hippolytus for crying out loud?). I'm more adept at fanfiction and my own book…and word limits are so challenging. -heh,- the first time I wrote this thing, it was 150 words or suchness. Quite a drag to get it under the limit (see how much I suffer? -teeth fall out, hair turns grey – well, more grey than it already is-), but I think I've kept the emotion I wanted in it -frantically rereads the poem-. Anyhoo, I hope you liked it…-crosses fingers-. Heck, I'll put the original copy in here –
A wind blows through my soul,
Freezing my blood, stilling my thoughts.
Dying leaves fall from the withering trees,
Reflecting what I am inside.
All curses on death!
Why have I seen it so many times?
Is it something I must learn?
I will see it again, the dragon-bones cry.
(or: I know I will see it again…my future has been foretold of me…)
But after today, how much can it hurt?
This passing has crumbled my soul to ashes,
Leaving them to scatter in the gale
(or: scatter in my sorrow)
For the last and final time, I weep.
Brom, O Brom,
You lived a great time
You have loved, you have lost,
And now you have conquered.
I do not know where you now are,
But I know I'll laugh with you again, flying side by side…
You on your Saphira, and I on mine.
Wow…I haven't gone back and looked at the changes yet. I just totally demolished that curses-dragonbone part, didn't I? Fun…but boy, that was AWFUL…but what I never liked about my final copy was that section where it's two sentences right after the other: "This passing has crumbled my soul to ashes. For the last and final time, I weep." (if any of you have suggestions, leave it in the review section:-)
morough-