IN THE SHADOW OF COMETS

[tilly 5115]

 

Written by Her Majesty, Queen-Emeritus Renilde Helena of the Petra,
Atstana de 

Regne Petrère 121

 

Spoiler

cry with me

 

On the continent of Aevos, where legends roam,

And heroes, brave, make their home,

There dwelled a warrior, distinct and true,

Whose deeds would shine in skies of blue.

 

Alberic, his name, did it ring,

A champion bold, with a sword to swing.

Beside him stood Astraea’s flair,

Their bond unbroken, beyond compare.

 

Siblings as they were in heart and mind,

Their fists held high, used against the most unkind.

In Lotusgrad's streets, they fought as one

Against darkness’s nightmares, 'til the day was done.

 

But shadows lurked, with eyes unseen,

And fate's cruel hand played in between.

Bound by chains of Azdrazi's might,

To Azdromoth's realm, they took their flight.

 

The Arch-drakkar, with words of deceit,

Offered freedom, if Alberic would cheat.

But true to his honor, he stood his ground,

Refusing the bargain, in courage, he was found.

 

Summoning Xan's grace, he broke the chains,

And battled foes through fiery plains.

His spear, a beacon of righteous ire,

Struck Azdromoth, a kill to admire.

 

Yet, in that clash, fate's cruel call,

Alberic's defeat, in the final fall.

But his sacrifice was not in vain,

For freedom's light began to reign.

 

A comet streaked, across the sky,

A testament to a world he would too soon say goodbye.

In death, he soared among the stars,

His legacy etched in fantastical memoirs.

 

Though Alberic's journey has reached its end,

His spirit lives on in every friend.

For he stayed true to his noble creed,

In valor's name, he planted his seed.

 

So let the bards in keeps and halls resound,

The tale of Alberic, forever renowned.

In epic verse, his fate has been told,

One of bravery and honor, having broken the mold.

 

Spoiler

In fondest, loving memory of my eldest son, Albert ‘Bertie’ Salvian of the Petra, 1899 - 1975.

My first son, my first love; the Knight of the Lake.

 

[MapleSunflower 1889]

The Temesch bard hummed a tune, the poem's words swirling through her mind. 

Emeline was cooking.