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The Maldea: an Anglo-Saxon epic
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The Maldea: an Anglo-Saxon epic |
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elfin_tigress Member
since 2002-05-15
Posts 101Someplace |
Note: This poem is done in the style of an Anglo-Saxon Epic. Oh! How dismal the day the Kingdom's Heart is dead stung by strong cords -- hell-ropes. In stupidity husbands denied the dark disease. Brethren boasted against their bane. Man might have known the evil serpents Maldea shining sea army of silent stingers but Maldea was a wisher for Woman drinking deeply of her desires. Blood of her heart moved her bones and brain filled her heart with hatred toward her husband her bones and brain with boldness and blundering. Maldea knew neither gender nor body never an eye but it spread serpentine spilling blood spoiling hearts. Man moaned for his mistress. Woman stumbled stubbornly through the black star mist denying herself her destiny for different motives than unity with man moved her. Maldea dreaded disease demanded more than equality with man No! Woman wanted superiority over the other sex so said Maldea. In darkness women wept fire for with their hands their hating hands they murdered their men. Such was the depth of destruction by Maldea. Alas! The kingdom thus plagued with this these wicked words wound their way to the calm ears of the King and Queen the silver-sworded King Seagar and the lovely long-haired Queen Lowra. The oracle declared them of one destiny united in bonds unbreakable from birth. As Maldea was unity's undoing so unity and valor threatened Maldea equality and love people learned from Lowra and Seagar wonderful weapons against the gross and ghastly disease. But still Maldea slid its silent way in the the kingdom of the king and Queen. So Seagar heard from sorrowing men and Lowra from ladies exposed and lying. Though their tongues betrayed their hearts truly desired to be terrible and torturous to any who was not female without watching the internal tears these serpentine tyrants caused many strong lovers moans of mourning. The silver-sworded Seagar with strong men of might met a challenge issued by Maldea "Men may fall if they do not dare to fight or dream of love again. Groaning guards and other lovers will have no honor ne'er a night of peace with woman without winning o'er the Maldea for men may claim strength but now women will win and men shall be their slaves as they now see they themselves were." In battle Seagar's men marched near the Maldea a disease and a dark mass of demons while the fair long-haired Queen Lowra stayed at the castle determined to defend against Maldea there. The men marched against the monster dark and writhing raining firey ropes of hatred. Thousands of men thirsty for battle thrice-turned. Revenge and wrath as Maldea reached the deepest darkest depths of their hear-mind armor. Two score hundred men murdered by Maldea but the serpents slid no more in that silent place. Silver-sworded Seagar happily relieved went home the victor thinking Maldea was no more arrived home hoping to hear his queen call his name and run to meet him. Instead he met mournful maidens crying funeral songs. "Why such remorse? Where is my queen?" said Seagar to a simple lass. "Lord king" cried she "the Kingdom's Heart is dead! Our lovely Lady Lowra fought against the dreaded disease for days and months. The Queen cured countless women of it but became herself infected. Rather than succumb to the terror against her true love our long-haired Queen Lowra feeling it force into her from heart to skin traveled to the tower toward the young sun. From there Lowra leaped leaving behind any threat she posed to thee the true love of thy Kingdom's Heart. Thus kind man king o'er us thy companion Queen Lowra is no more and cannot betray thee." Seagar thrust his sword swiftly to the ground. "I cannot bear this kingdom" cried he. "Defending the dreams of my people against disease of heart and body I have lost my right hand! Woe is me! I may be a victorious man but a warrior cannot win with half his heartbeat gone!" That night the courageous king the crowned victor o'er Maldea hanged himself from the tallest tower the one near the new sun never to know what would become of the women and men he had left to the horrible Maldea for though he had defeated the hell-ropes in battle the cursed beast could change its shape and called for every woman to win her husband's death. Through disease or demon Maldea was the same. Thus it killed the Kingdom's heart and consumed all left to it. [This message has been edited by elfin_tigress (10-26-2002 09:30 PM).] |
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Bill Charles Member Patricius
since 2000-07-11
Posts 10619highways, & byways, for now |
elfin_tigress - I'm glad I stopped by to read this. You have written very refreshing words. Like it much... BC |
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the_loner_23 Member Ascendant
since 2002-06-08
Posts 5479Jacksonville, Florida, USA |
Awesome write Cold hands means a warm heart |
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Mistletoe Angel 
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
 WOW!!! OH MY GOSH, THIS JUST HAS TO BE PUBLISHED, I LOVE IT, THIS IS PHENONIMAL!!! This reminded me so much of Beowulf and you bring about the wonderful darkness and mysteries of the traditional Anglo-Saxon epic! I'm adding this to my library because it is so good, kudos to you, we all love you so much! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet friend, thank you for sharing!  May love and light always shine upon you! Love, Noah Eaton "Underneath your clothes there's an endless story..." |
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