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(This is part 2 of the Newinus Trilogy. Read Part 1 first if you haven't here: http://www.youngwriterssociety.com/topic76343.html OR proceed to Part 3 here: http://www.youngwriterssociety.com/topic76485.html)
I know it is quite long, but your reading and advice is greatly appreciated if you do.
I know it is quite long, but your reading and advice is greatly appreciated if you do.
Part 2
Newinus: Celith Cascade
Though the tale be slightly sable,
Be not frightened by this fable.
Witness how a willful witch
Scratches at love’s vestal itch.
In the lands of Id’lis’ essence,
In their being and their presence,
It is said a lullaby
Droned along the southern sky,
“Mother, mother, will you pardon,
My ill-doing while it fastens
‘Round my conscience, ‘round my neck,
And then hangs me ‘til I wreck?
“Father, Father, will you merry,
Cool my cheeks, as red as cherry?
In my tears and in my haze,
Don’t believe that I am crazed.”
Newinus, the witch that thundered,
Still ran down the Id’lis’ wonder.
Day and night and night and day,
Without stop she seemed to pray.
Pray for mercy in her ire,
Chanting like a curséd choir,
Dwelling in the forest grim,
There she howled her tragic hymn.
One clear morn, in Witch’s sorrow,
When the Id’lis purred at morrow,
She found hidden, pale and plain,
An ocean-wide untouched terrain.
As she paced the earthy mire,
That meticulous empire,
There she heard a distant pound,
Ears erected at the sound.
There stood Man, with straw and hat,
Staring startled as she sat.
She let fly her pretty petals,
And let flee her mighty mettle.
Man unclothed his hat and senses,
Then unlocked his sealed defenses,
Grabbed her by her hand and head,
Kissed her cheeks so cherry red.
Kissed her lips, oh what emotion
Sizzled through her like an Ocean!
Kissed her neck with lips rosette,
Bathed her by the water’s wet.
She discharged her mystic spell,
That inside her further dwelled,
Slithering far down Man’s tongue,
At his heart was where it clung.
He unraveled that his sire,
In his early days of fire,
Had expired at Id’lis’ water,
But had parented a daughter.
She unleashed her troubled tale,
That her mother, lonely frail,
Met a stud at river’s hissing,
Flattering him with her kissing.
And one lustrous, biting morning,
She killed mother without warning.
Man was stirred but not distressed,
By the Witch’s fearsome quest.
Four days later, Witch and human,
With their love and fervor fuming,
Sealed an oath to never part,
To endow each other’s heart.
Four nights on, at Id’lis’ falling,
Stars aloft and beetles crawling,
Newinus and Man in trust,
Let go of their luscious lust.
Four full weeks of dire melding,
Did the pair, in tender welding,
Live atop the Celith’s fall,
Love all day without a stall.
Newinus then kissed her swain,
Bellowed boom! He burst to flames!
In her shrieking squeal and gaze,
Man crushed down the cool cascade.
Witch could only shed a tear,
As she watched Man disappear.
Newinus, the Witch that shattered
Eyed her Man down Celith scatter.
In the year’s most wicked eve,
It is said that nature grieved.
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