Poems from my Pony Canon
Aug 16, 2009 6:43:21 GMT -8
Post by Marbletoast on Aug 16, 2009 6:43:21 GMT -8
I didn't put it in fanfiction because...nothing in it suggests it is from my pony stories. '<.< (Not Cast Shadows canon, exactly, so don't get confused. I have four canons, some of which overlap at times...)
I like to make songs for my stories. I don't often actually USE them, but it's fun...:I
Both are meant to be children's verses, so simplistic and rolling. The first in particular is a lullably, and of a much gentler subject matter than the second, which is more like one of those nursery rhymes that you learn and love and then realize, when you are grown, that it is actually rather scary. o.o
Of course, it won't seem that way to those of you who don't live in my head. >.>
~
Kurr Melmor ("Moon Lullably")
There’s a moon in the window this evening.
His eyes are silver and blue.
The song of the wind that makes the trees bend
Is his voice that he sings for you.
The stars are all dancing in twilight
And their voices are tiny and soft.
While everyone’s sleeping they’re all busying keeping
Their watch in the sky’s great loft.
The cool, cool water, he hears them
And joins their midnight song
As he gently whispers and mutters and murmurs,
Winding his road so long.
So sleep, little child of the morning.
The sun will call you again.
For now, there’ll be singing and stars that are dancing
Until the black night wears thin.
~
No title for this one--at least not a recorded one. Many historians agree there was much more to it at one time, and it was much less child-friendly, but over the course of generations was shortened, simplified, and remembered only in part. (I say this because I originally intended it to be very long, and epic, and all that, and ended up with three short stanzas.)
It may help to realize that the West is, symbolically and literally, the direction of opposition to the Ancients, and the East is the last remaining stronghold of them on mortal soil. The South, in Anor, is the Sea--the only sea, rumored to be endless.
Tomorrow’s morning waits beyond
The rim of the Southern world
But yesterday is slipping fast
Behind the sea unfurled.
The North remembers days before
The moon was bathed in red
And yet the Western shadow
Vermillion wings has spread.
Far beyond the bitter stones
And the rolling crash of the sea,
Look out from icy mountains.
What in the East do you see?
I like to make songs for my stories. I don't often actually USE them, but it's fun...:I
Both are meant to be children's verses, so simplistic and rolling. The first in particular is a lullably, and of a much gentler subject matter than the second, which is more like one of those nursery rhymes that you learn and love and then realize, when you are grown, that it is actually rather scary. o.o
Of course, it won't seem that way to those of you who don't live in my head. >.>
~
Kurr Melmor ("Moon Lullably")
There’s a moon in the window this evening.
His eyes are silver and blue.
The song of the wind that makes the trees bend
Is his voice that he sings for you.
The stars are all dancing in twilight
And their voices are tiny and soft.
While everyone’s sleeping they’re all busying keeping
Their watch in the sky’s great loft.
The cool, cool water, he hears them
And joins their midnight song
As he gently whispers and mutters and murmurs,
Winding his road so long.
So sleep, little child of the morning.
The sun will call you again.
For now, there’ll be singing and stars that are dancing
Until the black night wears thin.
~
No title for this one--at least not a recorded one. Many historians agree there was much more to it at one time, and it was much less child-friendly, but over the course of generations was shortened, simplified, and remembered only in part. (I say this because I originally intended it to be very long, and epic, and all that, and ended up with three short stanzas.)
It may help to realize that the West is, symbolically and literally, the direction of opposition to the Ancients, and the East is the last remaining stronghold of them on mortal soil. The South, in Anor, is the Sea--the only sea, rumored to be endless.
Tomorrow’s morning waits beyond
The rim of the Southern world
But yesterday is slipping fast
Behind the sea unfurled.
The North remembers days before
The moon was bathed in red
And yet the Western shadow
Vermillion wings has spread.
Far beyond the bitter stones
And the rolling crash of the sea,
Look out from icy mountains.
What in the East do you see?