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THE QUEST PT. IV FINALE
Like a soul being pursued by the devil,
she raced like the wind,
because the Samhien has come,
she continued without pause.
At sunset she arrived at the grove of ancient trees,
moment when the ceremony was about to begin.
The druid called out her name in that
ominous voice that makes her soul quake.
“Nimuea, approach and present,
that which was your quest!”
She step to the alter bowed reverently restoring
the Grimoire Of Light to it’s rightful place.
She then turned towards the congregation,
“Out blood I was forged and in suffering
my mettle annealed, on this solemn night,
I come full circle with the past and present of my life!”
The head of the villain she now removes from the sac,
displaying it for all those present to see the fact.
The High Druid stepped forward
and ordered that Nimuea be made ready
for the ceremony’s culmination.
This night, Samhein, the night when the barriers
between the living and the dead is thinnest and, in druid lore,
when the prosperity of the coming year is divined.
This ceremony is very somber and requires
the sacrifice of the bravest warrior or soldier.
Upon returning to the blessed circle,
Nimuea, dressed in impeccable white
is guided to the consecrated oak,
where the sacred rite would reach
the climactic peak they all awaited.
Well aware what the conclusion of this mission would be,
she accepted without protest and with honor its inevitability.
They bound her tightly to the tree,not so much to
keep her from fleeing as to keep her body from sagging
or hitting herself when the trance
caused her to struggle during the ceremony.
A beautifully ornate wooden box was brought forth,
in it were poisonous mistletoe berries some dipped in
*aconite,to help her see the visions of the prophesy.
One by one the berries are inserted into her mouth,
every third one dipped in aconite; the trance commenced.
In her vision she could see the ghost of her beloved
approach and whisper to her “tell them my love,
what they want to hear so this torment can end swiftly.”
In her painful delirium she predicted the events
of the coming New Year, while still being given more berries
to read further; her beloved once again whispers to her
“soon my love, we will be together for always”.
She writhed in agony and pain,
struggled against her bonds,
at this time and before the poison
could steal her last breath,
another warrior steps to her.
His face was sad and
reverently he makes a request,
“Nimuea, please forgive me for what I must do;”
and in one swift merciful blow he severed
her head from her body. A shout of glory was heard
from the crowd throughout the celebration,
venerating the great warrior who sacrificed herself
with such honor and unparalleled bravery.
The ghosts of the two lovers at last united
drifted away from that place and the suffering
that had separated them, now a thing of memory.
Her head now occupies a place
of utmost honor & glory
amongst high branches
of the great ancient oak
so that for all time she be remembered
for her great sacrifice.
Like in all epics,
she hold place of distinction
amongst the heroes of the era;
submerged in the mists of the past
where legends live forever.
The End
*aconite(monkshood, wolfsbane)
Gypsy red
Jan.2012
she raced like the wind,
because the Samhien has come,
she continued without pause.
At sunset she arrived at the grove of ancient trees,
moment when the ceremony was about to begin.
The druid called out her name in that
ominous voice that makes her soul quake.
“Nimuea, approach and present,
that which was your quest!”
She step to the alter bowed reverently restoring
the Grimoire Of Light to it’s rightful place.
She then turned towards the congregation,
“Out blood I was forged and in suffering
my mettle annealed, on this solemn night,
I come full circle with the past and present of my life!”
The head of the villain she now removes from the sac,
displaying it for all those present to see the fact.
The High Druid stepped forward
and ordered that Nimuea be made ready
for the ceremony’s culmination.
This night, Samhein, the night when the barriers
between the living and the dead is thinnest and, in druid lore,
when the prosperity of the coming year is divined.
This ceremony is very somber and requires
the sacrifice of the bravest warrior or soldier.
Upon returning to the blessed circle,
Nimuea, dressed in impeccable white
is guided to the consecrated oak,
where the sacred rite would reach
the climactic peak they all awaited.
Well aware what the conclusion of this mission would be,
she accepted without protest and with honor its inevitability.
They bound her tightly to the tree,not so much to
keep her from fleeing as to keep her body from sagging
or hitting herself when the trance
caused her to struggle during the ceremony.
A beautifully ornate wooden box was brought forth,
in it were poisonous mistletoe berries some dipped in
*aconite,to help her see the visions of the prophesy.
One by one the berries are inserted into her mouth,
every third one dipped in aconite; the trance commenced.
In her vision she could see the ghost of her beloved
approach and whisper to her “tell them my love,
what they want to hear so this torment can end swiftly.”
In her painful delirium she predicted the events
of the coming New Year, while still being given more berries
to read further; her beloved once again whispers to her
“soon my love, we will be together for always”.
She writhed in agony and pain,
struggled against her bonds,
at this time and before the poison
could steal her last breath,
another warrior steps to her.
His face was sad and
reverently he makes a request,
“Nimuea, please forgive me for what I must do;”
and in one swift merciful blow he severed
her head from her body. A shout of glory was heard
from the crowd throughout the celebration,
venerating the great warrior who sacrificed herself
with such honor and unparalleled bravery.
The ghosts of the two lovers at last united
drifted away from that place and the suffering
that had separated them, now a thing of memory.
Her head now occupies a place
of utmost honor & glory
amongst high branches
of the great ancient oak
so that for all time she be remembered
for her great sacrifice.
Like in all epics,
she hold place of distinction
amongst the heroes of the era;
submerged in the mists of the past
where legends live forever.
The End
*aconite(monkshood, wolfsbane)
Gypsy red
Jan.2012
Published 20th Jan 2012
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21st Jan 2012 2:33am
"Loyalty and devotion lead to bravery. Bravery leads to the spirit of self-sacrifice. The spirit of self-sacrifice creates trust in the power of love." It's was a beautiful ending only to start a beginning. Kudos x 20
21st Jan 2012 11:30pm
Thank you my friend for the great comment, I am glad that you understood all the subtleties in this piece and you are correct in all accounts.this epic is near and dear to my heart because it has parts of me in it, nothing could please me more than the fact that people are enjoying it and most of all understanding it. Thank you
Gypsy red
Gypsy red
22nd Jan 2012 9:34am
I'm glad this fierce warrior lady finally got to be with her love and her quest for vengenance was finally appeased..bravo on this epic journey..with a beautiful reunion..peace Crim :)
22nd Jan 2012 2:31pm
How wonderful, thank you dear Crim.I am so glad you followed it to the end, but most of all that you enjoyed it.
Gypsy red
Gypsy red
23rd Jan 2012 5:39pm
Ah, but then it is like a fairy tale with a happy ending.
It wasn't a little effort I think.
Thank you for post it.
It wasn't a little effort I think.
Thank you for post it.
23rd Jan 2012 6:09pm
No my dear Luca, it was not but the end result was well worth the work.
siempre tuya
gitana
siempre tuya
gitana
