Shattered Isles (Brendan)

[radu_hashim]

Brendan of Keldry, the son of Saul Alstrom sat alone in his barn. In silence he looked over the words as they dried upon the parchment. These were his words to the deceased. The woman who had brought him back from Death's orchards and had tended his wounds countless times. Once he gave his life to save her life and the life of her child, but in the end he was not there when she passed. There were no foeman to throw himself infront of, nor a heart to seek vengence upon. It was magic that claimed her and the wish to save the life of another. Brendan gently touched his chest where there was a scar from the time Leah stitched the wound Fire gave him. He gave no title to the poem, but hoped one day to give it to Killian and the wee one. Something for the child to read later and know what Leah was like and perhaps lend comfort to poor Killian.

Leah's voice was the doe who walks in the meadow
her hair, the sunlight caught upon barley
I cannot recall the shade of her eyes, but I know
they were gardens where Kindness walked
and Her touch, the homeward wind in a homesick sail.
But now the doe shall not cross the meadow once more
while the sunlight held in barley's hand now dulls
and the shade of her eyes I can't learn, but I know
there are no gardens for Kindness to tend
while our lost ships, to home shall not return.