Aurelia's Pern Poems

[Aurelia]

Fear of Flying
Dragons aloft
Hold on so tight
Riders all strapped in
But the dragon does not take off quite right
Launching in the air
Its bronze legs firm and strong
It springs into the sky
Its trailing tail gleaming and long
“Hold on tight,”
Says the rider bold and brave
“We’ll be there soon—do not fear.”
The passenger only craves
The safety of the ground
Not the rushing of the dragonwings
As the beast flies in the air, abound
“We’re going between,”
Said the rider for the last time
And dragon, rider, and passenger
Are lost amidst this rhyme

[Aurelia]

The Ballad of F’lon

Had he been here this fine eve
The Weyrleader strong,
F’lar would object to this
Kindly, benign song
For it tells the tale of a tragic, grievous man
Whose impetuousness led many to grief
His name was F’lon
And this is the tale of which he is chief

As a young man,
Falloner grew strong in Benden Hold
Befriending our young Robinton
He was daring and bold
Son of the Weyrleader,
Falloner was quite smart
He was a bit arrogant, though
In this tale, though, that plays little part

S’loner soon called young Falloner
Back to the Weyr
For an Impression was soon to happen
And he wanted his son here
To possibly Impress a bronze
Was Falloner’s greatest dream
And when Simanith chose him
He could do naught but beam

F’lon, as he was called
Did believe in Thread
Not unlike those naïve holders
Did he believe the menace was dead
When his father died, he was distraught
But soon he took control
When Simanith flew Jora’s Nemorth
He became Leader from Benden to Southern Boll

Over the Turns
Several clutches came to pass
F’lon was unhappy, though
At his chubby Weyrwoman-lass
And, at last, the fateful day came
When he ventured to Telgar Hold
Where Tarathel held a Gather
And the atmosphere was cold
Lord Fax’s men were hostile
And F’lon was oh so irate
When he fought one of Fax’s captains
His anger did not abate
So F’lon was killed in a treacherous duel
And Robinton lost a friend
And that is the way the Weyr lost
Its beloved Leader,
Who came to an untimely end

[Aurelia]

Grey eyes
Fall into them
Liquid metal
Strong as iron
Can't control them
She controls us
Forces me to do
What I should not
Skinny child, she is?
Who is she to beat me?
She is the one
The one for whom we Searched
She is Lessa