The Relics Three

[tinhuviel]

I wrote this at work today. It took about thirty minutes or so, and I've transcribed it here unedited. Honestly, I'm not certain there's anything I need to do to change it. It's not the best poem in the world, but it pretty much sums up what I hope will eventually be a trilogy of Vampire books, the first already finished, polished, and begging to be published by some hapless agency chomping at the proverbial bit at the to see Cadmus, Kelat, and their crazy mixed-up blood-sucking buds from the depths of Gehenna.

So, maybe over the next few days, as I study it further, some changes will be made here and there. We shall see.

THE RELICS THREE

Relics three sway history
In destined hands they rest
Immortal clutches hold no more
These ancient trials to test.

The Relic First of blood was wrought
Its thorns wreath'd 'bout in pain
This day still aches in Holy See
Enshrouded by its stain.

The Relic Twain by Goddess blessed,
Yet cursed in magick's stead
Avails no Wight nor Man to wield
the Elf-Chylde's grail of dread.

The Triune Relic, Crimson Heart,
Bears mystery at its core
Its tales of ancient sorrow
Share both Elf and Human lore.

The Relics Three in history
The Chalice and Crown of Blood
Keep true within the Augury
The veins of Time's great flood

No sip from cup
No prick 'pon scalp
Can prophecy be fulfilled
Without the Song of Gideon
Be finally sung by Blood revealed.

©Tracy Angelina Evans
3 April, 2008

Comments

Nice

[waterdawg.livejournal.com]

Just plain nice.

Thanks for sharing~