Disclaimer: see the previous chapter.
NOT ALL THE LINES EXACTLY RHYME! In fact, I think there's a line that goes A B C B instead of A B A B. Please deal.
From Ellifain's view.
I Remember
I remember . . .
I remember her soft hair
The exact hue of the raven's wing
Framing a face so kind, so rare
To see a tear with laughter mingling
And echoing around the trees
With eyes so sweet, so beautiful
A voice that sang like birds in the breeze
When spring nights came with their soft lull
I remember . . .
I remember the warm, soft feel
Of her arms wrapped around me tight
When at her bedside I did kneel
Running from bad dreams that echoed through the night
And I remember being held so close
Her fingers stroking me hair, so near
Smelling so like a new-bloomed rose
As she whispered that it was all right, that she was here
And the bad dreams fell away
Lifted from my head with her embrace
And she would take me and spin and sway
Dancing with me beneath the forest's lace
And those dreams would back off, held at bay
By the sheer joy that made the night our's
As we'd laugh and dance beneath the sky
Under the stars
As to worry, why?
Mother and daughter holding tight
Bathed in joy and love and hope so deep
Bathed in the sweet, clear, pure moonlight
Or was that her voice singing me back to sleep?
I remember . . .
I remember my mother,
The young elf-maid I loved
With arms so sweet and strong
And eyes as gentle as a dove.
I remeber my mother
And, so closely, so vividly
Do I know what happened to her
For when I close my eyes I can see
Her once-warm and sweet body lying cold
Abandoned by her killers, bloody, wolf's lure
As they all lay beneath the cruel sun so gold
As a little girl, bloody and crying, crawled out from under her . . .
I remeber my screams
My fists beating the bloody ground where they lay
My shrill voice calling in my dreams
To gods who won't allow a tiny ray
Of light to bathe the moon's children
Instead they lie so still in the shade
Lie so cold inthis cruel world of men
Unable to bear this cruel raid
I cry and scream and flee
Unable to turn and look back -
Unable too look and see -
Except in my dreams
When I hear their screams
I remember my screamed cry of vengence
Echoing up to be heard by the sky
A vow I won't hesitate to commence
As the ligh wanes, fades, and passes by.
Her story was so sad . . .
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