Man, I love Ta'Om the Poet. He just had a really bad timing! I'm supposed to learn about the theoies of poetry and fiction and epics and I can barely concentrate because my head is filled with poetry and fiction that I want to write down instead of dealing with the dry theory. I cannot completely keep myself from writing, and I do it in English and about the backstory of the main story so I can make excuses for myself that I'm "practising" because I'll have to write free texts in the exams... mmmmh... *whistle*

Ah, once Friday is over, I'll head back to Alawis. But until then... I fear my head is filled with, like, the 6th version of Spirit Creation and one of the most important stories, the Tale of Aili and Nemrau.

"From her dreams within the silence, Tilar-ya, mistress of time, wove her children.
The fairest, tallest and strongest among her children was Imbria. And when Tilar-ya felt the life force rushing through her daughter’s veins, she said: “You shall be the base for all my creations.”
But Imbria foresaw her mother’s dreams and replied: “I shall be the base for your many great and splendid creations, mother, and I shall gladly nourish them. But it will cost me more strength than I have. I cannot make your works last, and none of it will remain forever. Whatever you create on me will be bound to your moody spirit and change and may decay one day.”
“Change is in our nature, in yours and mine”, said Tilar-ya.  “Such is the fate of the world to come.”
So Tilar-ya and Imbria began their work. From Imbria’s flesh they formed a world to lie beneath the spirit world, and Tilar-ya called it Imbra, "the world that remains", in honour of her daughter. Of her limbs, Imbria formed mountains and hills, of her belly the deserts and the paining dephts that would later become the oceans. 
And Imbria’s brothers came – Frinur, the lord of waters, Cinnur, master of flames and Ancar, lord of wind and air, to tend their sister’s wounds.

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And in this unforeseen twist of fate, Aili and Nemrau fell for one another in secrecy, and the fruits of their love were not spirits but innumberable souls. No such things had ever been seen in the Spirit World. The souls were beautiful and strange, similar to the hearts of faeries and dragons down on Earth, but yet entirely different. Where a dragon’s soul was filled with the fire of Cinnur and the wildness of Famun; where the faeries were filled with Tiri’s kindness and Imbria’s calm and rage, these souls were a storm of light and shade, the very essence of Aili and Nemrau. And light and shade would grow from one another and go down in one another and could not be seperated. Inspired from the beauty of the souls, Galbreth began his greatest work and created his children: The elves - the first to carry these souls - and later dwarves and later magicians and at last, when he knew his fast-grown, hot-tempered firstborns well enough, he gave Famun the spark to create men and made sure they developed in a slow and moderate manner, hoping to prevent further damage. But as Imbria had said, all creations on her palm would be perfect in the moment of their creation, but then they would be target of change and decay."  


Mhpf. Now back to the analysis of poetry...

30.1.12 09:52
 
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chrissi (31.1.12 18:46)
the fun thing is when you can analyze it and say: "yap, it's even better for all of that"
also what you wrote is very beautiful i forgot to tell you that

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