(( So I'll be posting Ranalan's poems here, for all to read. And for storage, since I lost a bunch of them. ;-; Every single one of these is a reference to some RP that took place in Eversong, or a character Ranalan's had lots of contact with. Ranalan exists to be a creepy stalker-man in Eversong who IS WATCHING EVERYTHING YOU DO. ))
To Cynlan Dawnstrider:
A married man's an honored man,
or so it's always said,
But often, on his wedding day,
the man is filled with dread!
I write to you to tell you this:
that never should you fear!
The hill at which you'll marry has
been blessed for near a year!
'Twas there a Knight and Lady sat,
the man down on his knee,
A ring from deep in pocket plucked,
he said, "Please marry me!"
And not just that, do listen, now!
For in the secret dark,
The Heart did take into his arms,
and kiss his lovely Lark.
And so, dear Dragonslayer Knight,
Tomorrow shall be blessed!
I wish you and your bride-to-be
naught but all the best.
~*~*~*~
To Larinath Sedaris:
A lark’s a gentle bird, it’s true,
Or so it’s always said,
One would nary look at one
And feel a touch of dread!
Yet once I saw, and ‘tis no lie,
Though much to my surprise,
A lark swoop down to catch a fish,
And pluck out both its eyes.
~*~*~*~
To Seana Aesire:
To my knight of bloodied blade,
Of silv’ry hair and eyes of jade,
Of mastered Light, of tangled ties,
Of minstrels doting with a sigh,
Of Knights so very strong, yet Shye.
Of weary nights upon the roads,
Of holding fast to honor’s codes,
Of holding, still, to times long past,
Forgetting, perhaps, what may yet last.
~*~*~*~
To Maelthas Bloodhawk:
A Lark sits poised upon a branch,
Without a voice to sing,
This Muted Lark is patient, now,
A hunter, taking wing.
His prey, a white-clad rider, treads
on strider black as night,
and wonders just what has become
of our dear Lordly Knight.
But who would know the story’s whole?
And who would understand?
That all began at forest’s edge
with blackened, bloodied sand.
No Guardian, she called herself,
from dead lips did she speak!
When all would say our Justice dear
is anything but weak.
But just look, now, at all the mess
with one short BANG she’s made!
With tempers flared and Knight-Lords lost,
her purpose she’s betrayed!
The Wanderer must wonder, now,
If our dear Lark will fly
And mark its prey, the white-clad man,
To pluck away his eye.
~*~*~*~
(( More when I find them again. ;-; ))
Subject: The Wanderer's Poems! 
Tue Jun 17, 2008 2:42 am
I think Sindrael has it for safe-keeping, and because he had to share the strange letter from the strange man with her... <3! ))
