The following has been one of the highlights of my writing career so far. I posted this three-line romantic poem on the internet one week.
To rise from a barren earth.
To soar above, to wing away.
To escape from all that’s lacking, and live to love another day.
From it, I met another author who liked it so much that she commissioned me to do the prophecy at the heart of her enticing tenth century novel. The book is titled VIKING HEARTS and written by Robynn Gabel of Wyoming, America. Robynn explained that the Prophecy tells the story of a boy, with a sister as his twin, left to die by his Viking parents because of the birth stain on his face. He is suckled by wolves until discovered by the Druids who believe he is their answer to this ancient prophecy. The boy becomes…..and there I will stop. Allowing you to wonder, and Robynn to benefit from your inquisitiveness. My commissioned brief was to condense her story into a rhyme. The story is hidden in this prophecy and follows the chronological order of the tale.
There be cometh a boy that a wolf did raise, with a blotch and stain on his face. He hath a twin who will rule this land, that only he hath the right to replace.
‘Tis a leader of men he will become, with much victory and treasure at his feet. But that is not all that will trouble him. T’is much danger he will meet.
His image will be seen at an altar, where a marriage will be made. T’will be a terrible time of vengeance, when plans will be laid.
Come one score year and seven, a mask of death will fall. The boy will stand alone as a man, with ner’e a fear of its call.
All is not pure that lives inside, as greed is hidden away. With no pleasure the Gods will watch, with much pain and dismay.
Ner’e wielding axe, ner’e slashing blade will spill nor cease his breath. T’will be only a mirror of disguise that can bring upon him death.
Ner’e human hand can take his life, though many will want to try. He is blessed from the heart of the forest, and to water one day he’ll fly.
T’will be a reflection of his own face he will see that coming day, But all but the eyes will be hidden from view, secured far away!
This, and eighty plus poems, can be found here:
Anything But Hackneyed. Amazon.com
Anything But Hackneyed. Amazon.co.uk