I am not a poet.

[bluejeans07]

My professor asked me to create a back story for three paintings I'm doing for his class. And of course, my muse doesn't bite me until the day before the paintings are due... worse, it comes in poetry form! I am NOT a poet in any sense of the word, so this poem's probably pretty bad! But I still want to see what people thing ^o^;;

So here is 'Miraleth the Prophetess'


Miraleth the Prophetess

Miraleth the Prophetess
Lived in a high, secluded tower.
And received visions from the four gods,
Within every fourth hour.

She watched over the country,
And told the line of kings,
Of greatness there was to come
but went through them unseen.

One day in her visions,
she looked ahead and spied
a young man making camp
in the vast countryside.

The visage of a western king
With golden skin and dark mane.
A sparkling jewel around his neck
Hung by a golden chain.

Miraleth wept as she saw
His life unfold before her.
Foretold was his kingship,
Yet his death was sooner.

Then something happened
that she had not foreseen.
Miraleth the Prophetess
Fell in love with the doomed king.

Yet immortal was she
And bound to her duty,
So all she did was watch
And try to conceal her somber fury.

As her love was run through
By the enemy's blade,
He suddenly spied something
Glowing within the far glade.

Lovely was she,
Seated straight in her chair,
Yet what he thought peculiar
Were the gods' tears in her hair.


And my next poetic goal is a hobbit drinking song XD