Lost Legend

Just a poem to better explain the back story of the heroine from my short story 'To End the Crusade'

Allow me now to spin a tale,

Of a legend lost long ago.

Back before the magic left,

When demons and demigods did roam.

There was a young halfbreed slave,

An abused and tortured soul.

She was set free by a man,

One she grew to love.

He taught her how to defend herself,

And  showed her how to be free.

And once their love was realized,

They traveled separate ways.

He had gone to make a home,

Where their family could begin.

She went on to find herself,

And learn how to be strong.

When they re-met one glorious day,

She surprised him in many ways.

Grown in beauty and in strength,

Ready for what may come her way.

Then one day they were attacked, 

Trying to help a friend.

She took a blade to the womb,

And her son lost his twin.

No one dared to face them then,

In fear of their rage.

The little boy's laugh is what did the trick,

And made things almost right again.

When her love was called to war, 

She left her son with friends.

He wouldn't go to battle alone,

She wouldn't allow it.

Among friend and foe he died that day,

Giving his life for a friend.

As she prepared to bury him,

She receive news quite grave.

Her child taken by a foe,

Handed off by a friend.

In her rage without a thought,

She beheaded him.

It was then a call was made,

She would lead their fight.

The deaths of friends were honored,

She couldn't let them be for naught.

Finally she found the trail,

And went to find her son.

When she found them, 

She knew then.

They were too late,

Her little boy died in her arms.

She gave into rage,

With a cry all went white.

The fortress trapped in ice,

No being would dare go there anymore.

No being would ever leave,

She decided then what to do.

Dismissed all but ten men,

She led them to a valley pass.

Where the final foe waited,

With a hundred men.

Three days passed between them all,

Many met their fate.

With a smile she took his blade,

Straight into her lung.

Her smile grew as she coughed,

As a spear grew from her hand.

The general then did have no chance,

The ice had pierced his flesh.

With a bloodied cough escaped a laugh,

As the light faded from her eyes.

All the dead were sacrificed,

Their souls gathered into one.

In a flash the magic left,

No longer in the world.

One by one the demons vanished,

Along side the demigods.

That was the birth of the veil,

Which still keeps the magic away.

She has been reborn again,

Forever to keep the peace she'd made.

Author's Note

Please tell me what you think. The words came to me at work today and was driving me mad until I finally had a chance to write it down.

Reviews

[Mikayla_Stagg]

I love the meaning behind it and the overall story but the flow is just... off a little.

[Arrinae]

I think its more because I didn't have a rhythm in mind when I wrote it, most of my other pieces I usually have a rhythm for . But maybe if you could give me some suggestions on how to make it flow better I'd appreciate it! Thank you for the review and I'm glad you liked it for the most part!

[Ashira Macy]

This was really interesting to me.Now that I have read the poem it would seem I am going to have to read your story as you have piqued my interest. Very well done dear!

[Arrinae]

Thank you for reading! I'm glad you found it interesting. Please tell me what you think of the story as well!

[Ashira Macy]

My pleasure! I looked through and couldn't find it, would you mind sending me a read request for it?

[Susan Beth Horvath]

Very nicely expressed sentiments

[Arrinae]

Thank you!

[A. Amos]

Interesting, gripping, spectacular and magical poetic story...I was not even able to blink while reading...Epic!

[Arrinae]

Amos, thank you for the review. I had a feeling you'd like it.

[A. Amos]

I loved it and you're most welcome my dear

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Damn that is one hell of a tragic tale… life is often cruel and unkind, or should I say the humans in it are.

[Arrinae]

All creatures that have the gift of free will have the potential to be what is perceived as good or evil, light or dark. It will always be so. The sides of both extremes must always be equal, or the everything we know and love would, surly, be engulfed by the stronger side, which would grown to be the end of itself the moment it's counterpart no longer exists. light cannot exist without dark. Good cannot exist without evil. The balance will always be righted, no matter which side makes the scale uneven.

R&R Cowboy, thank you for your wonderful review and taking the time to read it. I know its a tad longer than some of my other poems, which are usually pretty long as it is. I just want to point out, that if life weren't the way it is, it wouldn't have been worth living. I would never trade my pain and sorrows, for that is what taught me to be the strong independent woman that I've become. Most would be surprised to know that I used to be very shy and meek. Terrified of the world which only family to consider as friends. I've come a long way since then, and its life experiences that have made me grow to be as I am.

[Arrinae]

with only family*