Kiyan's Cradlesong (A Prophecy For A Fantasy Novel.)

 “Be strong, my dark one, live ever on,”

When crown and blade both have bled

a darkest destiny lay ahead.

Liquid fire shall be cast

And life and faith will croon its last.

 

Fyre and ice; Magick warped and callous,

shall wail and moan a dark song of malice.

A child born of star and moonstone,

another birthed of fire and brimstone.

 

 “Quick a phantom come,” heralded the lark,

song and speech, oh so dark.

Never had a fouler song been sung,

upon its’ treacherous tongue.

 

Flame and fury will fast overshadow.

Spirit and soul shrouded in shadow

will bring forth the black vessels of death

and hope shall draw its final breath.

 

 “Be strong, my dark one, live ever on.”

Reviews

[NoelHC]

A nice work, I assume setting the tone and the scene for the fantasy novel you mention above. I like the old time touch such as fyre and magick, and the tone of the language has that medieval feel to it. Nicely done, Tash.
Please feel free to send a Read Request to me when you post new work, I do enjoy reading your writing.

One little punctuation issue I noted: "upon its’ treacherous tongue." does not require the apostrophe there, otherwise a beautiful piece.