It was Loredas,
21st of Heartfire
My husband, in Whiterun
my next harbinger, I deem
For the song of the oldest bard he sung
And his face with black ink
Marks his faith to the Companions
In Jorrvaskr he was born, with Vilkas, his twin
In Loredas, he brought to me,
A soul filled sapphire ring
In Riften he swore to Mara and me,
"May the winter freeze Tamriel, and the drought drain the spring, but our love, my dear, will flourish in Skyrim"

5-25-18

If I was to write a fiction,
there would be no characters,
nor a plot, nor lyrical expectations
just a blue scenery from my imagination
where cliffs are kissed by glacier snow
and saltwater cascade along their endless flow
where cosmic lights are framed with inlets called fjord
and lovers sing to the moon with melodious chords
where the ombre sky meets the liquid wine dark blue
and the sea fondles with the loving heavenly hue

June 21, 2018

without you my poems dont rhyme
my adjectives are never profound
you're the only one i know so sublime
my rhythms fathom without sound

i am Avunchnzel and you are my lexicon
waiting for you to return home
like meridia's lost beacon
but stolen thou art from me
and you have no power to return
neither do i to seek thee
for fearful am i to search the urn
in the catacombs they lie, hiding the most precious gem

There are many galaxies in the universe
But I only live in one
Just like what they say...
There are many fishes in the sea
But my heart only beats for one

A is for Arne whose throat was impaled
B is for Barnaby, killed with a spell
C is for Caroline who was stuck in a mine
D is for Daffy, sliced into lines
E is for Enid who was locked in an armoire
F is for Flynn, eaten by a gargantuar
G is for Gallus who was thrown in the winter
H is for Hilde, died of an infected splinter
I is for Ingrid who ate a sack of bearings
J is for Jona whose attitude was daring
K is for Kleinn who stepped on a shard
L is for Lars whose intestines were barred
M is for Max who flew alone to the moon
N is for Nelkir whose execution was coming soon
O is for Oliver whose body was twisted to death
P is for Plinny, burned by a fire breath
Q is for Qiara who died of a nightmare
R is for Ralph, committed suicide in despair
S is for Stefan who was lost in a maze
T is for Torlief whose blood was traced
U is for Ulfric who was burned at the stake
V is for Vera, swallowed by a snake
W is for Walter who ate himself
X is for Xenya, cursed by an elf
Y is for Ysagmor who was buried alive
Z is for Zach who failed to survive

I could let myself go.
I would be shot.
But it would be over.
Since I had lost my faith in god
I did not know where I would go
But I know I would not be in heaven
Good lord I know.
I cursed his name,
When I cried out in pain.
And even when faced with death
I tell myself that my god was to blame.
I could just stop running.
And a bullet would end my march.
My run. My trek.  
My endless march.
This snowy march.
Frostbitten feet.
I knew they were blue.
But of pain I couldn’t speak.
I did not speak,
Because I could not feel.
I was numb to all that was real.
Or maybe it was just the cold.
A medical reason that i could not feel.
Or had my mind been made so numb,
So that I could continue on this fate I’ve won.
This fate of earned by following faith.
Faith in a god who alone is the very reason I am in this place.
The fact that I could no longer exist,
It fascinated me.
I could just stop running.
I would cease to be.
This thought enveloped me.
Shocked me.
Stuck to me like glue.
The idea of dying, itself, was nothing new.
It’s just never something,
I thought I would wish upon myself so soon.
I could just give up.
And end my pain.
But that would be so very vain.
Because, my father, he could not press on,
If he knew I would soon be gone.
And so for him,
I drag me feet,
Across this snow,
Through wind and sleet.
I’m almost completely numb,
But my father’s heart still beats.
He is the reason I stay alive.