Peach's Poetry

Haiku


Mortin's Haiku
 When the pathway forks, 

'' And wrong beckons, Mortin speaks. ''

'' His words light the way. ''

Demi's Haiku
 Dropped from the heavens, 

 Siren of the Falling Star 

'' Sings back to the sky. ''

Plum's Haiku
'' Was it always so? ''

 In the lines of her small hands, 

'' Ten thousand hard days. ''

Odephelia's Haiku
 Climbing past her fears, 

'' She rises up. Triumphant, ''

'' Framed in sail and sky. ''

Elegies


The Long Walk Home from Bruel
I followed where the scorched earth led,

I chased the sound of flight.

But shadows came to swallow me

'til there was only night

And something else, whose hallowed name

had scarcely come to mind

until the one with beasts and wings

invoked what I can't find:

Have faith, he said, and faith he has,

though in what I don't know.

The thing called faith I thought I had

has waned instead of grown.

I was too slow to hold him down

and was too slow to see

that in his flight, he did his best

to save home from that tree.

But he too, was too slow himself,

and did not see that I

would understand the need to save,

the need to meet the sky.

So underfoot I stayed and ran

too slow to do much good.

And victory was hollow as

the place our friend once stood.

Odes




Tythus Salvator Kalvernius Charlemagne VII
There are so many magicks pulled

From light and song and fey

And from the stars I find my own

That bids me join the fray.

But his is magic of the mind,

And his mind must be strong

To pluck a spell cast into air

And make it all his own.

Of all his trials I know not much

Though to our band he’s twined

But I know he is one who would

Not leave a friend behind.

Ballads


The Ballad of the Black Isle
Dive down, to murky depths,

And taste the iron there,

The four did sink,

And ne’re did think

We would again breathe air.

Through weeds as thick as raven hair

And passage hewn from stone,

The four, immersed in ichor old

Did breach the Sahuagin home.

Slip through, past prison bars,

Where captives sat to rot,

The four did rage,

And free those caged,

Without a second thought.

The four were quick to realize

The moment blood was spilt

That Sahaugin eyes did dilate

When iron mixed with silt.

Stealth by, through gilded halls,

Adorned with tales of gods,

The four did creep,

Though blood did seep,

From corridor to maw.

A shark, two headed, eyes ablaze

Bombarded through the wall.

The avatar to Sekolah

Was nearly our downfall.

The Will did burn the avatar

As priestess joined the fray

As rowed teeth sank into my flesh

She sent the Will away.

Sunk down, to wat’ry dark

The Will saw vile god.

Then back he came,

And lives we claimed

As priest and monster dropped.

We then did learn an angel walked

Where Sahuagin fear to tread

A vision of Zahl’s mother for

A moment us had led.

The fortress we continued through

To delve, spy, and report.

But when we spotted folks enslaved

Their captors we did thwart.

Press on, the weary four

Did find a paladin.

He healed the weak,

He roused the meek,

And led where we’d not been.

Set fire to munitions did

The Will as we made haste

But freedom lay beyond a gate

And guards our blood did taste.

A violent fray did there ensue

Hot oil, bears, and song

Did fill the air above our heads

Til free we burst headlong.

Through pouring rain and cannonfire

The liberated ran.

And five returned where four had left

Another day to plan.

Guide well, our new friend did,

My yearning to mend scars.

He bade the sky

And from on high,

A voice behind the stars.

With healing now beneath my belt

And captain’s siege plan known,

The five did dive beneath the waves

A slew of beasts in tow.

Our captain weaved her magic, and

Before our foes did show

The image of the avatar

Already slain below.

The image drew the Sahuagin out

As allies sieged the fort,

With moonbeam, smite, and beast, and might,

We rapidly did thwart.

Then onward, joining Coalinth

We charged to meet the clash

Of claws and spells and blades and yells

And armies in mid dash.

Grin wide, the baron did,

With scimitar in hand.

With wicked gaze

And four arms raised

He seemed a figure grand.

Into the line of Sahuagin charged

Paladin, Will, and me.

And deep into my skin did sink

That scimitar with glee.

Our five converged upon the one

Whose frenzy honed his skill

But in the end, the paladin

Was he who claimed the kill.

Surge on, our army did

Onward to take the fort,

But we remained,

We cured those maimed,

And to Hawk did report.

Now to its rightful owners is

The Black Isle returned.

And we have been made citizens,

We four who oft’ felt spurned.

A home is what you make it,

And ours will be made whole.

No member of our company

Will be left in the cold.