FAREN and MELIOR
Originally posted on April 10, 2011 ~ Written 30.06.90 ~ Revised 10.04.2011
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BALADIN’S DREAM PART VIII
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FAREN and MELIOR
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Melior, the strange creature
stumbled toward him
in a blind and ashen fit
he frothed and tore at him
with blind rage and anger
he was lost in an uncontrollable frenzy.
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Faren caught the strange terror
by his mane and flinging him madly
against the hard stone floor
he drew the glinting rapier from it’s scabbard
and with a cry as clear and hearty as he could muster
threw himself upon the strange animal
and buried the stinging steel
between its breasts.
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Melior convulsed and tore again
with giant hairy paws
reaching vainly at Farens throat
his grey and scaly tail
lashed in a wild circle
but his assailant caught him
a severe blow to the temple
with a mailed fist.
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For the first time Melior
uttered a vocal sound,
a terrified cry as the
rapier swung mercilessly
removing a large patch
of his grey spongy flesh
and causing an ooze
which ran with an acrid odour
down his terrified face,
his movements now involuntary
strange, garbled, choking noises
and a wild strangled sobbing
as he writhed violently.
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The noises abated
the stench now sickening
a final staggered, spasmic reaction
then Melior gasped no more…
Who took the sun
and made a hole in the sky?
Who dressed and cloaked
in dark clouds stole forth
in the daylight and plundered the earth?
Whose murky thoughts invaded
more than a single generation?
Whose evil countenance smiled
and silenced loves sweet
moments for a long hour?
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Meliors thunder was fierce
his lightening a sharp tongue
that lashed and flailed
His anguish a bitter poultice
for the misery born in his heart
and many born old and dying.
Melior, grey and pale
starved of suns warmth
and again roasted black
by suns fiercest rays
outcast and jeolous
his night knew no end.
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Faren, stood a victor unvanquished
but saddened by the
misery of the battle
with the great grey Melior
now a cold heap lying
who had been a champion
a darkened prince
his latest form now relieved of terror
which seemed to relax
as a rose hue falling
from this evening light
washed over Farens haggard frame
almost bringing to him
the joy of early, regal youth.
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Faren knew oh so keenly
the hopeless pain Melior had born
but the gas that now reeked the air
causing even the ground
upon he lay to stain
was indeed the final admission
that Meliors very life had been evil
and as he walked from the scene
his weapon lying spent
beside its final purpose
a calm and special moment grew.
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Farens’ face now caught
the light of the evening sky
it threw a strange colour
an aura around him,
a sky green that drew gold
his eyes still lowered
out of some greater respect
for the many sad tales
this night preceded.
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Faren walked toward a turquoise haze
sheltered green by a grassy bank
and as he walked
the dark dreams fell from him like shadows.
He passed through them
his head lifting imperceptibly to the light
while it seemed that figures were appearing
not individuals admiring
more, triumphant armies adoring
as a gentle hollow horn blew
and gained momentum
stirring both sense and emotion
the gathered clans assembling
of every righteous battle won.
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Now Faren seemed to bear a scar
and every victors garland hung
to his neck most gracious.
He was now adorned royal
and to the horn could now be heard
an anthem quire singing
sweet pain it drew easy.
Farens’ temples bathed in golden light
now held firm and honoured
a gentleness distilled
his eyes softened grey set
lifted the many noble
champions to see.
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Gold and silver lined the crowds
a magical dawn, a living allegory
a famed tale, an open hand
as now hung the herald shields
polished bright and glorious
now stored the arms of battle
now formed these soft, sweet words
of memories past when pain had been real
and blood the currency of decision
when the terror of Melior a fabled dragon
may be writ or sung
and the error of the story enormous.
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Now sing the birds
not mourn the wound of creation
Now dance the maidens
not swear the curse of youth
Now laugh the ancients
the eternal children
Now skip the young men
not shame the burden of honour
the bracelet of respect.
Faren’s peoples joy
the uninhibited spectacle
this celebratory feast
this betrothal ceremony
it has begun and never, never would it end.
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writtenbyedenbray30.06.90–revisions10.04.11
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#Authors Note ~ BALADINS DREAM : This was actually the 1st published part of a long, unending Collection of Prose – prepared under the theme – Baladin’s Dream – Baladin – a sage, a prophet, a mystic, a mythical and spiritual visitor to various places on our planet and possibly on others also, who, in his latter years recounts from his vast experience of life & experience – both tragedy and joy – either true or imagined, in a rambling tome of memoirs, recollections and supposed wisdom and biographical insights ~ A Dream ~ THE ‘DREAM OF BALADIN’ – The Many Parts of this DREAM take on various poses, are noted at differing times, deal with different facets of human experience and fantasy that can occur within various cultural settings that may suggest Baladin has kind of – always been with us observing life and death from his own wisdom and unique perspective – Join the Dream and you will no doubt be enriched, enthused, enlightened, even en-wisened! .. edenbray14.11.19
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