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Poem: "Mortal Coils" - The Wordsmith's Forge
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Poem: "Mortal Coils"

This poem came out of the April 16, 2013 Poetry Fishbowl.  It was inspired and sponsored by rix_scaedu.  It also fills the #8 Mortal slot in the Rainbowfic Sunlight list.  This poem belongs to the series Path of the Paladins, and is a direct sequel to "This Beaten Drum."

Mortal Coils

She was there to meet him,
of course she was:
Gailah always greeted her paladins
at the end of their living days.

"Oh, my Lady," said Darthur,
his tears falling like stars.
"It has been too long since I've seen You."

He did not fling himself upon her
as he so clearly wanted to do,
but merely opened his arms
and yearned  for her.

Gailah stepped into his embrace
and let his adoration wash over her
like clear clean rain.
Darthur was right. 
It had been much  too long.

"I've missed you too, beloved," she said,
because she loved him, she loved all of them,
every one of the paladins and saints and priests
and the ordinary folk who followed her.
She loved them all the more now,
those few who remained stubbornly hers
after all that had happened.

She clucked over the state of him.
"Look at you, what a mess," she scolded.
Odd coils of mortality clung to him
like weeds in a horse's tail.
She began flicking them away
with a sweep of her hand.
"What did you even do  to wind up like this?"

"Well, there was this battlefield,
and a bunch of the ghosts got stuck,
so I stuck around to help them out,"
Darthur said, "but then you know that already."

She did, of course she did,
because she was a goddess
and saw everything and was everything,
but sometimes it was a little overwhelming
so she didn't look at all of it all the time.

"Enough," said Gailah.  "Let it go."
Darthur did, because she asked it of him,
and because he was good at it to begin with,
which was something she'd always appreciated
about him even as a novice.

Gailah sat down in the soft meadow of heaven,
tugging Darthur down to lay his head in her lap
there amongst the grass and the flowers.

She stroked her fingers
through his moonlit hair,
and as she did so,
the silver came away
in little spirals like wisps of smoke,
wafting away on a gentle breeze
to leave behind the sunny gold of his youth.

Gailah gazed at the soul in her grasp,
beautiful as a painting finally complete,
and felt ineffably grateful
that he had given himself to her.

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rix_scaedu From: rix_scaedu Date: April 17th, 2013 06:03 pm (UTC) (Link)
Tear making.
ysabetwordsmith From: ysabetwordsmith Date: April 17th, 2013 10:03 pm (UTC) (Link)


I'm glad you found this so touching.
the_vulture From: the_vulture Date: April 17th, 2013 11:53 pm (UTC) (Link)
That was very moving. :')
ysabetwordsmith From: ysabetwordsmith Date: April 18th, 2013 12:55 am (UTC) (Link)


Thank you!
ysabetwordsmith From: ysabetwordsmith Date: April 19th, 2013 12:58 am (UTC) (Link)

Thank you!

I'm glad to hear that.
eseme From: eseme Date: April 30th, 2013 01:47 pm (UTC) (Link)
Beautiful, and touching. I'm glad to read this, remembering the previous poem.
ysabetwordsmith From: ysabetwordsmith Date: April 30th, 2013 06:14 pm (UTC) (Link)

Thank you!

I'm happy to hear that.
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