Merlin's Poetry

Lunis and Solis:

Long when the silence of the light reigned
And southward winds blew in vain,
The princess of night unashamed,
The Prince of the light her hand he did gain,
Lunis her crown and Solis he so claimed,
Their love so pure and cool as rain
Hearts of modern light know their fame
For all souls could see the flame
Sparked between their ancestors ancient blames
As kings long past sing their names
Lunis and Solis of the realm of the Arcane

Solis, heir of the sun and Prince of the Light
Met the elusive Lunis, Princess of Night
Her hair so black and soft, eyes so bright,
Like sapphires that shine in the ancient moonlight
Fair pale skin shimmered in quite a sight,
A gown of midnight blue and wove of starlight
Ribbons of crystal flowed down her back like a kite,
Such beauty for Solis to contain his delight
His parted golden hair of topaz and same eyes
Fine untanned skin ever so smooth and slight
Shimmering down his back a cloak draped of white
As tunic and trousers affirm his plight
And golden bird guarded sword expresses his might

Upon entering the forest where day and night meet
The Lovers crept on silent feet
On sight their eyes clashed the others did greet
Beauty and serenity came in their beat
As Solis heart proclaimed a feat
Captured in lust and love the two embraced in serenity’s sweep
As their souls and hearts worshipped without bleed
Darkness overtook the land upon the lover’s absence
Death filled the streets with little chance
Hope prayed to arrive in the Prince and lance
The hourglass soon filled with sand
Upon news reaching his glance
The Prince rode in earnest with his heart enhanced
The safety of her beloved Lunis did chant
Solis on steed aflame met death with cold steel and left his brand
Yet, the Prince escaped not without a dance
Of death that throbbed in his body and he did not prance

To Lunis Solis did return and she wept his wounds and heart
For she felt as if she were stricken by death’s dart
Solis with head laid on her lap did die a martyr
Lunis opened her lungs and then sang like a lark
Her song so beautiful and sad awakened the slumbering world’s heart
The land looked on as the princess as tears fell with no end but a start
Long poured out Lunis’ lament as the sun set on her heart

A final tear shed from her eyes
As the land slowly felt of ice
That night she finally took her life
For to be with love it has a price
With her ever so powerful sacrifice
She had created Day and Night
Solis and Lunis tale will continue by light
As their hearts throb as one in the Night

An introduction to my poetry, comment as you wish, if you seek to flame, then be prepared for shame.

Ok no offense Merlin but your poem is a little out dated in the language department don't you think? The story is good but the language you use makes it hard to keep focused. I'm not trying to be mean or anything I'm just saying.

No, I do not think so. This is my style, I do not criticize yours, this is the language in which the true masters of poetry wrote, deny it if you want, but any educated person studying english or language in general would understand that, if you want to see a true masterpiece than read shakespeare, and such work as mine is not supposed to be easily comprehended, many poems have hidden meanings. Perhaps you are just frustrated because you do not understand it, but if you mean no offense, then speak no ill-will of one's work, "why try to remove the speck from my eye when you have a log in yours?"

Yea that is Merlin he is like that.... But it is a very good story.....

Merlin til Erethil wrote:

No, I do not think so. This is my style, I do not criticize yours, this is the language in which the true masters of poetry wrote, deny it if you want, but any educated person studying english or language in general would understand that, if you want to see a true masterpiece than read shakespeare, and such work as mine is not supposed to be easily comprehended, many poems have hidden meanings. Perhaps you are just frustrated because you do not understand it, but if you mean no offense, then speak no ill-will of one's work, "why try to remove the speck from my eye when you have a log in yours?"

actually, she was not criticizing it, she was merely stating an opinion that might have been useful later on. however, if you want to be technical i guess you could call it criticism only not so negatively....a "constructive criticism" if you will

Merlin til Erethil wrote:

Perhaps you are just frustrated because you do not understand it, but if you mean no offense, then speak no ill-will of one's work, "why try to remove the speck from my eye when you have a log in yours?"

Trust me I can understand what you are saying. I never said I didn't understand I said it makes it difficult to keep focus. I wasn't speaking "ill" of your poem I was simply stating an observation I had made. In my opinion your poetry would be more enjoyable to read if it wasn't written in the older language. Yes Shakespeare wrote in that language he was also from that time. Look at some of the great authors from your time; Shel Silverstein, Robert Frost, anyone more modern than Shakespeare they all write with the language from their time.

OK, I'm going to head this off before we get to far off topic.
Let's just say that Merlin chooses how he writes and leave it at that. To each their own, as a wise man once said.
Cattie-Brie, I know that you may have a harder time keeping focus due to Merlin's choice of writing style, but let's not have this get out of hand.
He write's as he pleases much the same as we write as we please. Let's just leave it at that.

I liked the poem. . .It was a little dark but that is perfectly fine. . .I like that it is also a mythos in itself. . .

yeah i liked it