In ancient Anandar,
Where sung the kings of old,
Once lived a queen,
Red fire and bold,
Ponadrial, the forest maiden,
Turned regent pure and kind,
Her warm embrace and ready mind.
Ponadrial,
Your shield protects,
all but yourself,
Too well, too well.
Ponadrial.
In time a love grew,
Twixt maiden and prince,
They united as one,
With none to convince,
But fate o'rtook them,
And their faith grew dim,
She found her in the queen's bed,
Draped all over him.
In Anandar,
You fabled queen,
A lovers' quarrel,
Your'e caught between,
For your shield protects,
All but yourself.
Ponadrial,
Too well, too well.
With revenge not in her,
She called on the gods,
To instead make love unknown,
To not be at odds,
They answered the call,
And froze her heart,
Her body in time, her mind in pain,
She left them then,
To not be seen again.
Ponadrial,
Your shield protects,
All but yourself,
Ponadrial,
Too well, too well.
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Was she involved in an affair with the king?
I just wrote my first fantasy. Most of my writing has been very true to history because it is and was strange enough without having to resort to impossible constructs.
I use those impossible constructs to take two familiar fantasy stories, and parody them in a real place in a real time… the Amazon, circa 1000 CE.
Your poem seems to be firmly rooted in the traditional feudal kingdom fantasies that are largely European based. Stories originally meant to teach children lessons of behavior.
Ron