Lilyblack's Hymn To the Night

[Attalus]

(A little background. I wrote this as the versification of a post by my wife in a dear, dead roleplaying thread on this forum, and since Galadria says she will not be coming back in the conceivable future, I thought I would post it as a tribute to one of her most remarkable charactters. Her character, a rogue named Lilyblack, is plotting revenge on another character, Eliza, who, in the past, had slashed her face with a whip, permanently scarring her.)

Lilyblack's Hymn To Night

As I watch the Daystar flee away
In fear of Night's onrush
Silent upon this chaise, I lay
Amidst the jungle lush.

Now, see, He dips His crimson head,
And the weeping clouds would fly
To be with Him in realms of Day;
But, fear! The Night grows nigh!

That flower red would cling to Him;
She glows with his last beam,
As He hovers, wan, on the world's hard rim;
You could almost hear her scream:

"Don't go, don't go, my Lord of Light,
I live for only you!"
Then die, day thing, to live again,
Amidst the morning dew.

My dagger sharp is near to me.
With poisoned blade of steel.
I'll bear it hence, when next I go,
And stab, when hate I feel.

The Shadows come! I'll dress myself,
In leather touched with lace,
To search again, o'er all this world,
For she who scarred my face.

Now, stand up, girl, shake off languor,
You've loved before, you know.
Survey the world with cold hauteur,
And vanquish every foe.

The Shadows call, I'll heed their word,
And leave this place of lust;
I'll listen low, for words scarce heard,
For find her soon, I must.

And then she'll scream, and faint, and try
To flee away from me.
But, I'll revenge, though loud she cry,
Till dead and drained she be.

The shadows call! Into the murk!
Refuge and weapon, too.
In it, I'll hide, in it I'll lurk,
For my revenge is due!

[ 03-14-2003, 02:14 PM: Message edited by: Attalus ]