Elysium's Night (An Immortal Tale)

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Poet deVine

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Member Seraphic

since 1999-05-26

Posts 22612
Hurricane Alley

0 posted 2001-04-27 02:29 AM

*another tale of the Immortal Woman Clan....

Elysium’s daughter sought to gain
Her womanhood in this test
Alone to brave the forest wild
Affirming her as one of the best

Immortal clan of women, cursed
To procreate with mankind
Bound together in passion
Love and hate intertwined

Emboldened by the hunger
She crept closer to the glow
Firelight dancing in the forest
Visions she yearned to know

Smells now reached her nostrils
Combined scent of man and fear
But food was the temptation
That brought her ever near

Creeping silently until
She stood behind a tree
Seeing for the first time
The men of villainy

Her father sat amongst them
Broadsword at his side
Drunk from mugs of whiskey
Meaty hands gesturing wide

“We’ll find the creature, guaranteed
or my head will surely roll
find her ‘fore she breeds again
she’ll lie with man or troll

They talked of her for hours
The hunt was quite in hand
But they did not reckon for
Her knowledge of the land

Soon stentorian snores
Echoed round the fire
She crept closer seeking
Food to quench her desire

Quickly now she moved about
Stealing weapons from their packs
And tossed them in the river
To delay their vengeful attacks

Lifting up a sack of food,
She stood finally her full height
Then boldly walked away
Into the cimmerian night

She hid her cache of food
Then returned to see them awaken
Smiling as the wondered how they
Allowed themselves to be taken

One by one they awoke
Snorting and with manly ease
Til one after another found
She could take whatever she pleased

“Damn that immortal!”
cried her father with dismay,
“I rue the day I bed the mother
Now tis time for whelp to pay!”

She lingered there no longer
Having seen her father’s shame
Slipping into the forest shelter
Tired of this childish game

Immortal tho she may be born
denial smote her tender soul
so tainted did she feel
she regretted the food she stole

But her clan had demanded
She seek purity in this trial
They sent her naked into the woods
To forage for awhile

She survived upon her wits
Living as creatures of the wild
Gaining strength to carry on
As woman, no longer child.

Thirty days of isolation
Then to the caves she returned
Body shaped by hard living
Bearing scars that she had earned

She greeted her sweet mother
Who could read her mind with ease
Together they accepted that
They lived for themselves to please

The welcoming fire died quietly
And she rose to proclaim her right
“From this day forth, this Immortal
shall be called Elysium’s Night

Allan Riverwood

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since 2001-01-04

Posts 3502
Winnipeg

1 posted 2001-04-27 11:29 AM

Awesome! This is simply awesome! The story, the scheme, the flow... all of it just simply magnificent! I'm very pleased to have gotten the chance to read this, PdV.

I'm enjoying these "immortal woman clan" poems, truly. Hope to see more of them in here.

~Allan

Build a man a fire, and he's warm for a day. Set a man on fire, and he'll be warm for the rest of his life.
~Unknown

Dopey Dope

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Member Patricius

since 2000-08-30

Posts 11132
San Juan, Puerto Rico

2 posted 2001-04-27 07:35 PM

I want to be an immortal woman now!
This was wonderful Sharon!!!

<--- my reaction, but in a good way! hehe
I liked it.

I was born myself, raised myself, and will continue to be myself. The world will just have to adjust.

I'm in love with my shadow
I admire it daily

anonymous albert ?

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since 2001-03-23

Posts 2979

3 posted 2001-04-27 09:20 PM

brilliant poem...
i really enjoyed this beautiful read..
the poem was amazing on how u written it..
keep writing

...?

death is not the greatest loss in life. the greatest loss is what dies inside us while we live. -norman cousins

serenity blaze
Member Empyrean

since 2000-02-02

Posts 27738

4 posted 2001-04-27 10:34 PM

Brilliant is just not quite the word. I ADORE THIS. The fortitude and sheer perseverence...and the imagery...this reads like a beautiful 3D illusion book, lady!
Lady Poet DeVine! I like the sound of that and it suits you!

bsquirrel

Member Rara Avis

since 2000-01-03

Posts 7855

5 posted 2002-05-23 02:23 PM

Third tahm's a charm, awright...

She said burn ... together.
-TON

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