Itradeis uil Haralet – The Tragedy of Haralet
(from my High Fantasy Novel Series)
Barren and Mournful the Eastern Waste, A Shadow poured from the Feathered Sky,
Plumes lay scattered below the Aerial Gate, Talons and Beaks shimmering up High,
Blood seeped into the restless Earth, Mud nourished from the soaking life sponsored Birth,
Of a fell air blaring flames like a Hearth, Cries of butchered souls poisoning the distant Firth,
By the lifeless lump of her beloved, sat weeping like a withered rose, a dejected Haralet,
Hazel eyes fading in the blood red, fingers painting symbols unknown on the slain dead,
Lips sipping tears of bitter salt, Sword and Pike and Arrow had brought hope to halt,
Life lost for a mere stranger’s fault, no more would the passing feel the taste of malt,
Haralet the Sunshine they called her, the blackness of War now warmed her,
Yet the cold inside froze the soul in a murmur, an icy heart immune to the warmth of fur,
Ruherain was a man of valor unmatched, yet his bravery left their future unhatched,
To his return were her dreams latched, his fading left her protection unthatched,
Looked down in expectance The Stars of North, twinkling of dead – A hundred thousand strong,
A glint of mocking followed the haunting horns, bird-men commenced hunting the forlorn,
In his loosened grip was locked a hilt, on silver were embossed the prints of guilt,
toward his lips her head she tilt, a kiss that sweetened the tasteless silt,
Freed from his hold Iewalur the famed Sword, and on her toes she stood and bravely roared,
His love gave her a relentless accord, her glowing welcomed the dark hoard,
“Gruelwalas Suliae, Ae Haralet!” bellowed their Prime, “Renunciation of our Lord is a Crime”,
Her morsels he stole at a moment in time, their mother bathed them when they swam in slime,
“Reimeist e Naheist Lun, Ae Sevahir!” cried she, “Zurewain Ruherain lah Seer hii!”
Her words to him were like a dead tree, iron and gold and power sought he,
“Mauche! Basifre! Mauche! Haralet!” was his answer, a Puppet he was of the Necromancer,
Forgotten he had his past as the Herald’s prancer, and his poor sister – a singing dancer,
“Die I shall, but not by your hand!”, down her soft cheeks tears ran,
“With him, Iel Anovoe, I shall embrace this land!”, she would taste dust beside her man,
“Ev i Ghemiste! Join me, Ae Basifre!” his heart changed, yet the lust of evil still kept him chained,
He steered the Order but was himself deranged, from himself he was now estranged,
“Yi iv Mehsej,” her voice feeble, her smile blew away his cloak evil,
“Dumaiy! Hiruh!” cried his love – medieval, his senses met with an upheaval,
The air, a foe, laid her slow, the martyrs shimmered in her glow,
Rested beside the Stag, a nimble Doe, dressed in peace from head to toe,
Lush and Joyous the Eastern Plains, Sunshine descending from the Feverish Sky,
Graves lay enlightened below the Aerial Gate, Tales and Songs passing into the Night.
~ Rafi Syed (Mr.Green)
Translation Notes for Readers:
Gruelwalas Suliae, Ae Haralet = Surrender Yourself, O Haralet!
Reimeist Naheist Lun = Forgotten & Forsaken Us, O Sevahir!
zurewain ruherain lah seer hii = Betrayed Ruherain you sadly have
Mauche (maushay) = die! Basifre = sister
Iel = My, Anovoe = Love
ev i ghemiste = its a mistake
yi iv mehsej (j =yh) = I am sorry
Hiruh = Stop
no = dumaiy