Wednesday, January 10, 2018

The Blind Mage and the Elven Princess • Part I


A forest at the break of day
Leaves of gold and blood sparkling
Dew covering every inch of greens
A lone man walks the dirt
Barefooted

He wanders, but sees not
The rays rising through blind him no longer
His deep blue and grey irises have extinguished
“Hide” is in his name, and in the heart of nature
He disappears and slumbers

Droplets keep on falling delicately
Over a maiden’s ivory visage,
Wise eyes of pine green and golden hair
Tangled with her tears, and she fears
Lost once more, she is

“Worry not, believe,” she attempts
As voices in her mind resonate deeper
With greater echo, they invade
Not even the forest’s whispers can
Calm her shattering soul

A stray elven princess
Of an everlasting kingdom
She fled the walls, the stones
As her heart was seeking
Wilderness

An encounter of a rare coincidence
She falls onto a sleeping body
Caught by her despair, she had not observed
The lone mage napping lightly
Head against a century old tree

“Oh, my apologies, I did not mean to
Awake your eyes, pardon me, Sir…”
Says she, flushed and rushed
Breaking the silence of dawn
Of a crystalline sound

Surprised, his heart skips
But none of his reflexes fail
In a matter of seconds, his staff brandished
Calculated trajectory
Angled perfectly

A worried shriek warns him
His manners are gone, and of shame, replies
“This is no way to greet a lady,
I beg your pardon, Miss…?”

A soft and shy mumble answers his request
The maiden’s name has such a ring
The mage was speechless
He could not see her loveliness
But, maybe, could he feel…?

Wavering hands approached rosy cheeks
Slowly, he pictures her traits
Colourless, but emotion-filled
Soft as silk, warm as daylight
What could bring such a beauty to these woods?

“Lost?”
He risks
“I must admit… I am astray.”
She cries, flowing with anguish anew
Skies emptying increasingly above them
The morning storm is on way

“Please do not fear, milady.”
He stretches a pale hand
An silly invite, she may reject him
Rain showers play their melodies
“Shall we dance?”

Jiliade • January 10, 2018

1 comment:

  1. Strange... x3

    The little critic in me goes "Oh, look, she trips over a complete stranger, a blind one at that, in the middle of the wilderness! WHAT ARE THE ODDS?!"

    I do enjoy this writing though. At first I was trying to sing it aloud. XD It actually works pretty well regardless of a lack of rhyme.

    Spotted only one error: "his reflexes fails" should be "his reflexes fail". And I hope he's touching the right cheeks! <.< ... else, he might pick up on the wrong 'traits'.

    joking aside, lovely. x3 Please continue. Skip ahead a bit. What is their next scene?

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