Over her heart, the unicorn's likeness.
His eyes are no more
Prized emeralds stolen from me
Her weathered tent put away.
Her cloak blanketed by dawn's fading mist.
His breath on my neck, soft in my ear
and sweet in my face, cider-sweet
Her fingers wove the morning braid.
A ribbon of winter white within.
No more nights with his mouth against mine
Oh how I miss those kisses
Lathander's smile pouring through canopies of green.
The birds sing their daily aria.
My tongue, spiced with wine
Dancing with his
Her stride through the forest.
Long, swift and quiet.
His breath is no more
His last, a zephyr in these woods
Resting on a couch of root and moss.
Wide eyes search the copse.
I bind unto myself today
Mielikki's might, Mielikki's blade
Her fingers wove the afternoon braid.
A thread of autumn red within.
What's this my Queen,
A foraging bear?
Bears have no beaks,
Nor eyes of cunning bloodlust.
Unwelcome monster
Wanton slayer of fawn friends
Bowstring sings and arrows bite deep
The cruel beast gallops fast.
Oh for just one last sup and dessert
To be served once more at Corgrym's table
The silver thread is dark in the moonlight.
Over her heart, the unicorn's likeness.
