Talking to ourselves.
Everyone does it, so I thought, 'What if the characters in my story talked to themselves?' It's not necessary to read the story to understand the poem- two of the characters, in fact, haven't even appeared physically yet (Sehlina and Cattallus).
That being said, I don't think it's even necessary to label who's talking for it to be a poem. I tried to show how similar their plights were, so that, theoretically, if I removed their names, it'd be like one person going on and on and on... Please tell me whose monologue you liked the best!
Okay, here it is.
The Reflection on the Other Side of the River
Mariale and Belladonna-
Falling snow Crystal glow Color so intensely violet.
One is two, My life is through, A treasure once star-lit…
Now, my face, so worn and scarred, Reflects a past sorely tarred. Am I hear to bring peace, Or poison the air we breathe? A witch of purest intent, I thought our love was heaven-sent. Though, now I see, he was to me, My prince was never truly free.
Esilanna-
Flowing river, Stand and shiver, See clouded insanity.
Hopes now gone, I’m but a pawn, Struggling against eternity.
Loyalty hides my true nature, Crying at my ravaged features. Someone smiles so distantly, But he is a liar to me. Hiding truths I ought to tell, I fear I’m not truly well. Can I with this child be redeemed, Or am I doomed, as it seems?
Meagan-
Falling feather, No one better, Last of heirs comes forth.
Land or sky, Time or fly, Will I join their ivory throng?
Tales of stories I have seen; Why must the world be so mean? Lost and stray, I only pray My integrity will not fray. Sister dear, I’m coming near, Hold on just a little longer- Until I’m stronger.
Carmen-
Corrupt in bones, Heart of stone, I can’t last to the end.
Somewhere I hear angels sing With the joy I could not bring, Only a broken soul that cannot mend.
Why is my past such a blur? Am I such an evil cur? I now fear the me I’ve locked inside, Who has only time to bide. Pain that sears my arm and mind- What did I foolishly bind? And my past that I have killed Brings the present to a deathly still.
Sehlina-
Melodies sing in tune, Quiet silver moon, A nightmare bare.
Daughter gone, mother left, As the moonlight wept, Tristesse now to share.
I cannot express enough How what I’ve done is unjust. Please, forgive me, daughter dear, I was only running from fear. Now I see, so tearfully, What should have been so- clearly. Now, my dear, I cannot say How I wish you and I have stayed.
Oleander-
King in name, Old in age, Yet so strangely young.
A thousand words Like dancing birds Fluttering on my tongue.
Once I held you safe and warm, Shelter from the maddening storm. Still you wept through smiles bright- Why, my dear, beautiful wife? And my sister, gone today, What happened to your innocent play? Have you sold your sanity? Have you that much vanity?
Cattallus-
Fools that scream What it means To be truly mad.
Dancing ‘round, I can’t frown. Am I bad?
Locked away on my own, I have never truly flown. Do you pity me, a queen, When I’m not what I seem? Pathetic, running, mortal fools With their little minds so full. Bloodlust that is never quenched, Darkness pervading like a stench. Do you never truly see, what Time is, a River free?
The River is you, the River is me.
Talking to ourselves.
Everyone does it, so I thought, 'What if the characters in my story talked to themselves?' It's not necessary to read the story to understand the poem- two of the characters, in fact, haven't even appeared physically yet (Sehlina and Cattallus).
That being said, I don't think it's even necessary to label who's talking for it to be a poem. I tried to show how similar their plights were, so that, theoretically, if I removed their names, it'd be like one person going on and on and on... Please tell me whose monologue you liked the best!
Okay, here it is.
The Reflection on the Other Side of the River
Mariale and Belladonna-
Falling snow Crystal glow Color so intensely violet.
One is two, My life is through, A treasure once star-lit…
Now, my face, so worn and scarred, Reflects a past sorely tarred. Am I hear to bring peace, Or poison the air we breathe? A witch of purest intent, I thought our love was heaven-sent. Though, now I see, he was to me, My prince was never truly free.
Esilanna-
Flowing river, Stand and shiver, See clouded insanity.
Hopes now gone, I’m but a pawn, Struggling against eternity.
Loyalty hides my true nature, Crying at my ravaged features. Someone smiles so distantly, But he is a liar to me. Hiding truths I ought to tell, I fear I’m not truly well. Can I with this child be redeemed, Or am I doomed, as it seems?
Meagan-
Falling feather, No one better, Last of heirs comes forth.
Land or sky, Time or fly, Will I join their ivory throng?
Tales of stories I have seen; Why must the world be so mean? Lost and stray, I only pray My integrity will not fray. Sister dear, I’m coming near, Hold on just a little longer- Until I’m stronger.
Carmen-
Corrupt in bones, Heart of stone, I can’t last to the end.
Somewhere I hear angels sing With the joy I could not bring, Only a broken soul that cannot mend.
Why is my past such a blur? Am I such an evil cur? I now fear the me I’ve locked inside, Who has only time to bide. Pain that sears my arm and mind- What did I foolishly bind? And my past that I have killed Brings the present to a deathly still.
Sehlina-
Melodies sing in tune, Quiet silver moon, A nightmare bare.
Daughter gone, mother left, As the moonlight wept, Tristesse now to share.
I cannot express enough How what I’ve done is unjust. Please, forgive me, daughter dear, I was only running from fear. Now I see, so tearfully, What should have been so- clearly. Now, my dear, I cannot say How I wish you and I have stayed.
Oleander-
King in name, Old in age, Yet so strangely young.
A thousand words Like dancing birds Fluttering on my tongue.
Once I held you safe and warm, Shelter from the maddening storm. Still you wept through smiles bright- Why, my dear, beautiful wife? And my sister, gone today, What happened to your innocent play? Have you sold your sanity? Have you that much vanity?
Cattallus-
Fools that scream What it means To be truly mad.
Dancing ‘round, I can’t frown. Am I bad?
Locked away on my own, I have never truly flown. Do you pity me, a queen, When I’m not what I seem? Pathetic, running, mortal fools With their little minds so full. Bloodlust that is never quenched, Darkness pervading like a stench. Do you never truly see, what Time is, a River free?
The River is you, the River is me.
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