Poetry

When the pain of living fell upon me hard,

While remembering all the happy times,

I found my true self when your love fell upon me,

You showed me the path through darkness to the dawn,

With your gentle touch you opened its ways,

The sea spoke to me then as you rolled upon me,

With a pool of hope, life full of happy moments,

That will always be,

Its song sang the words of the endless dreams,

‘When the darkness surrounds you,

If it tries to embrace you in it hands,

Look upon the kindness shown,

Look upon these gentle hands,

Look upon the endless fire,

That burns so bright from within,’

Find your way to forgiveness,

Shed the illusions of the priest,

That speak to you only of desire,

For worthless things,

Cast your soul upon the endless sea,

Hear the song it sings,

To rise above these earthly fears,

Let the love of moments be,

Let them turn into forever memories,

Let me always be remembered by thee,

As one who knew that life was nothing more,

Then an endless dream, Forever rolling in with the sea.

From her birth, the name had a destiny,

It meant ‘ruler’, ‘king’ and ‘maiden’ or ‘girl’,

In sagas of old it was foretold,

Of a figure who would become renown,

Of Beauty, Wisdom, Of Courage Unseen,

Her named was Rigmor, the future high queen,

From her union with the Dovah, Morgan, and Mede,

Came another whose name, Kintyra was from the line of royalty,

Her destiny had been set by the Aedra of that age,

When it was said she would be the beginning of a great golden age,

From her union with Kendra, Blood of Lost Kings of Old,

Came another whose destiny was foretold,

Her full name, which was learned,

At the reading of an old tome,

Written by one Martin Blackwell,

Keeper of the histories, of Kings and Queens,

Katrina Morgan, Septim, Kendra was destined to be,

A name who would restore time, and the line of Septims,

To the thrown of the empire for ages unseen,

Her first name was Katrina meaning ‘Pure of Heart’,

The next name in line was Morgan, which meant “Song of the Sea”,

The part named Septim was the line of royalty destined to be,

Those that held the dragon blood would be restored to the line of kings and queens,

The last name of Kendra, meant of Knowing, Of Royal Power and Great Hero,

As it was foretold by the last of its kind that stayed,

She had been named ‘Dovah, Do, Daah, Bok’, ‘Dragon of This Age’,

On her blood her destiny had been learned,

In the language of the Dovah, ‘Tiid, Los, Hin, Dez’, ’Time Is Your Destiny’,

It had been said, when all had that had been shattered,

Was again restored and whole,

The truth of that naming would then become well known,

We all will be waiting for you when you return,

To your home amongst the pathways of time, 

To your family who awaits you too,

Hidden somewhere in that line,

One amongst them, would embrace you,

With the return of her daughter,

Most precious beyond all she held true,

She knew that destiny embraced their names,

Until all would become true and the destiny that had been foretold,

Of a Golden Age Unending, of a lasting without end,

All would be known, and the tears of the ages would be wiped dry.