Curse

Crystal Avalon · Nov 21, 2006, 04:53 PM // 16:53

Originally, I wrote this poem as an entry to a contest based on a Nightfall screenshot of a ship sailing near land. The poem was written as a traditional ballad and I tried, as much as possible, to follow ballad meter. I like the way it turned out and wanted to share it.

I hope everyone will enjoy this poem as much as I did writing it, or, at least, find it entertaining.

~Crystal Avalon

Ballad of the Ghostly Hero

A ghostly Champion of Elona;
Alone he stands and waits
To guide the Chosen to the Hall,
Ascend and meet their fate.

From great Elona this hero hailed;
He led his people here
To rise as those as prophesized;
Of nothing did he fear.

This hero's name was Turai Ossa,
A leader and protector,
He boldly slew the scourge of Vabbi,
The enemy's key director.

They journeyed through the barren waste;
To appease the gods of old
They built a temple in the Dunes,
Completion still untold.

Yet fate was cruel, they weren't the Ones
And one by one they fell,
Beset by foes and left forsook,
Of death their world had knelled.

Although he fell, his spirit stayed
To lead the Chosen True.
The cent'ries passed and yet he waits
'Til past the Mists he's through.

And as the date of that foreseen
Comes drawing ever fast,
Lo, from the void his ship appeared,
A specter from the past.

The ship grows ever clearer still
As closer it persists;
An omen to the Golden Land
Of heroes past the Mists.

And when, at last, it comes to coast,
The people will exclaim
The heroes past have reached the Hall,
Their greatness now proclaimed.

Yet, as of now, the ship's at sea,
Still far away from shore,
A sign that still the Hero waits
The Chosen ones of lore.