queenrider melody
27th February 2005, 06:50 AM
Well, here's some of my songs and poems. This song is based on a story that I have made in my head for a character I have made up. It is sort of like Brenda's extended version of "Menolly's Running Song".
Here's my first song:
The Journeys of My Fair and Me
My travels are long and far, ment only for my fair and me.
Dragon, fire lizards, canines too.
My large fair and I,
traveling by land and air and sea.
Watch-weyrs, felines, herdbeasts too, to our friendships I must be true.
Running far and wide, my fair and me must be there too.
Runnerbeasts, queenrider, and harper too.
Misfits we are through and through.
Challenges of thread and food, to survive we must be true
to our friendships through and through.
Many feet running, with throats so dry we almost choke.
Thread we face and fires, too.
Plaque and flood and lack of food.
My fair and me with burning feet,
too cold, too hot, too tired true.
To each other we must be true.
My fair and I, run fast and true.
The sight of Cove Hold makes us blue,
for our journey is yet long still.
Caves our shelters, fish our food.
We stand together, through and through.
We run so swift, it's hard to go on.
Runnerbeasts are tired, watch-weyrs are hurting.
Fire lizards coughing, felines should quit.
But we can not quit, my large fair and me.
We run and we run, are feet start to bleed.
Canines, felines, watch-weyrs, and herdbeasts, too.
Fire lizards, runnerbeasts,a dragon, and me.
Through jungles, rolling hills, and hot sands too,
we help each other true.
The seas are calm, the wind is too.
Nothing is a brew.
Distant clouds approach, my queen rumbles a challenge,
the fire lizards do too.
I tell my fair to wait, and slithers start to fall.
Thread!
I cry to my queen and fire lizards that we won't fight thread today.
My fair and I run fast and true.
Our feet burn and bleed and our stomachs turn.
We run and run and run, so fast that we can not stop.
Our goal is none, but need is great.
My queen sweeps up me, some felines too.
Watch-weyrs take the canines, the herdbeasts and runnerbeasts too.
My dragon sweeps up the watchweyrs in her claws, some of the creatures on her back.
Suddenly we're swept by the cold of between.
We're over the beach, thread straight over our heads.
We land and we run, straight toward a cave high in the cliff.
Our feet burn and bleed as we climb so high.
Through the opening we go, without even a single sigh.
The times they pass, the thread it stops.
My fair and I run and run until we reach a tall, tall hill.
We climb and bleed, ourselves in need.
Over the hill we go, to where we don't know.
We see the roaring sea, boats going back and forth.
We know we are closer to where we need to be.
My queen rows us across the sea.
The shore we see, the shore we cross.
We finally run until we see the Harper Crafthall.
I looked at my fair, glad that they were there with me.
At the feast that night, I sang a song won't be forgoten.
In the turns to come, our tale shall be told by Harpers as blue,
but we will remeber it as gay.
They will tell of our journeys,
the journeys of my fair and me.
Here's my first song:
The Journeys of My Fair and Me
My travels are long and far, ment only for my fair and me.
Dragon, fire lizards, canines too.
My large fair and I,
traveling by land and air and sea.
Watch-weyrs, felines, herdbeasts too, to our friendships I must be true.
Running far and wide, my fair and me must be there too.
Runnerbeasts, queenrider, and harper too.
Misfits we are through and through.
Challenges of thread and food, to survive we must be true
to our friendships through and through.
Many feet running, with throats so dry we almost choke.
Thread we face and fires, too.
Plaque and flood and lack of food.
My fair and me with burning feet,
too cold, too hot, too tired true.
To each other we must be true.
My fair and I, run fast and true.
The sight of Cove Hold makes us blue,
for our journey is yet long still.
Caves our shelters, fish our food.
We stand together, through and through.
We run so swift, it's hard to go on.
Runnerbeasts are tired, watch-weyrs are hurting.
Fire lizards coughing, felines should quit.
But we can not quit, my large fair and me.
We run and we run, are feet start to bleed.
Canines, felines, watch-weyrs, and herdbeasts, too.
Fire lizards, runnerbeasts,a dragon, and me.
Through jungles, rolling hills, and hot sands too,
we help each other true.
The seas are calm, the wind is too.
Nothing is a brew.
Distant clouds approach, my queen rumbles a challenge,
the fire lizards do too.
I tell my fair to wait, and slithers start to fall.
Thread!
I cry to my queen and fire lizards that we won't fight thread today.
My fair and I run fast and true.
Our feet burn and bleed and our stomachs turn.
We run and run and run, so fast that we can not stop.
Our goal is none, but need is great.
My queen sweeps up me, some felines too.
Watch-weyrs take the canines, the herdbeasts and runnerbeasts too.
My dragon sweeps up the watchweyrs in her claws, some of the creatures on her back.
Suddenly we're swept by the cold of between.
We're over the beach, thread straight over our heads.
We land and we run, straight toward a cave high in the cliff.
Our feet burn and bleed as we climb so high.
Through the opening we go, without even a single sigh.
The times they pass, the thread it stops.
My fair and I run and run until we reach a tall, tall hill.
We climb and bleed, ourselves in need.
Over the hill we go, to where we don't know.
We see the roaring sea, boats going back and forth.
We know we are closer to where we need to be.
My queen rows us across the sea.
The shore we see, the shore we cross.
We finally run until we see the Harper Crafthall.
I looked at my fair, glad that they were there with me.
At the feast that night, I sang a song won't be forgoten.
In the turns to come, our tale shall be told by Harpers as blue,
but we will remeber it as gay.
They will tell of our journeys,
the journeys of my fair and me.