Post by Annasiel on Mar 23, 2022 16:13:24 GMT
Down by the Bay of Schadenfreude
And lovely river Greer
And Inlands' marshes sat beside
The winding coastal tear
Before the waters had their names
In tongues of men and beasts
Before the stone and iron came
Wry spirits lived beneath.
They beckoned - and the river rose
Then fell in eventime
Their hands touched every plant that growed
Along the river’s side
A whisper, and the salmon rode
From Inland out to bay
Then back again up water’s edge
In fresher tides to play.
After a time, a kingdom rose -
Though not the one you know
The fair-folk of the river watched
The sea-folk’s kingdom grow
And, whispering, they laughed at them
For in their stones they'd trust -
The river lives forever - but
All kingdoms fall to dust.
Many years a time and now -
The lands the sea-folk built
Were taken by the razing tides
Of the sea from which they’d spilt
And still the river-folk lived on
Without a need for stones -
The river was a home enough
And the river stood alone.
Then came another people there
To build within the bay -
They laid their stones on the river’s shore
And called it theirs to stay -
Harder walls, with iron halls
And gates of metal black
They bound the Greer with cobbled stalls
And wrung the river’s neck.
Refuse filled its once-pale banks
And rocks its silty loam
Rain brought in the worst above
From cracks within the stones
Many of the fair-folk left -
It seemed the stone had won.
They forgot what time had taught
When last the tide had come.
But one remained - a mirthful soul
Despite the river’s woes
She recalled the brighter days
When the river stood alone -
And remembered - once before
When stones were built to trust
The river long outlived them
And the kingdom turned to dust.
And lovely river Greer
And Inlands' marshes sat beside
The winding coastal tear
Before the waters had their names
In tongues of men and beasts
Before the stone and iron came
Wry spirits lived beneath.
They beckoned - and the river rose
Then fell in eventime
Their hands touched every plant that growed
Along the river’s side
A whisper, and the salmon rode
From Inland out to bay
Then back again up water’s edge
In fresher tides to play.
After a time, a kingdom rose -
Though not the one you know
The fair-folk of the river watched
The sea-folk’s kingdom grow
And, whispering, they laughed at them
For in their stones they'd trust -
The river lives forever - but
All kingdoms fall to dust.
Many years a time and now -
The lands the sea-folk built
Were taken by the razing tides
Of the sea from which they’d spilt
And still the river-folk lived on
Without a need for stones -
The river was a home enough
And the river stood alone.
Then came another people there
To build within the bay -
They laid their stones on the river’s shore
And called it theirs to stay -
Harder walls, with iron halls
And gates of metal black
They bound the Greer with cobbled stalls
And wrung the river’s neck.
Refuse filled its once-pale banks
And rocks its silty loam
Rain brought in the worst above
From cracks within the stones
Many of the fair-folk left -
It seemed the stone had won.
They forgot what time had taught
When last the tide had come.
But one remained - a mirthful soul
Despite the river’s woes
She recalled the brighter days
When the river stood alone -
And remembered - once before
When stones were built to trust
The river long outlived them
And the kingdom turned to dust.
