Heroic Crown Of Sonnets: The Warrior's Tale

She was a warrior with mighty sword,

A huntsman’s daughter, now she lived alone

Her parents dead, the lodge beside a forde

Was solely hers, the place that she called home.

The cottage bordered mighty forest trees

Whose trunks stood strong to guard the magic there,

For fairy kingdom stood under the leaves

Of sacred living tree, so gold and fair.

For many years the fairies had known bliss

Until a threat foretold became stark fact,

And so they came in search of mighty Miss

In hopes that they could make a fairy pact.

They came to her, resplendent on their wings,

They asked that she be champion for their king. 

They asked that she be champion for their king,

Defend the realm and hidden golden boughs

Of tree that held all magic in its rings,

The key to all that happy life allowed.

They told her of the prophecy forseen

Of evil come to drain the forest life,

Of blackened leaves within the lofty green

Of hardship come, of famine and of strife.

She didn’t hesitate to heed their call

And strapping sword across her broadened back

Strode off with them into the forest sprawl,

Winding their way along the piney track.

Into the mists, that peace might be restored

She went with them to meet the fairy lord.

She went with them to meet the fairy lord

A king with greying beard, upon his throne,

At his right hand the queen they all adored

And to his left, the son he called his own.

The prince’s eyes were like the bluest sky

The maiden felt his call with single glance,

An instant flare of love bound them with sighs

And deep abiding ties of true romance.

He took her then to see the magic tree

Within a garden, beautiful it glowed

And underneath its spreading golden leaves

They kissed and sealed their fates, as true love flowed.

The warrior at heart, now felt the cling,

There prince and maiden joined by passion’s sting.

There prince and maiden joined by passion’s sting

But time was not with them, the threat was clear,

And barely with a chance for love to sing

The army of the trolls drew ever near.

The fairies, prince and champion marched to war

With armor bright and tireless winged steeds,

And pushed back at the army as they bore

Down on the forest home with evil needs.

And then from out their ranks came wicked mage

Who sought to drive the fairies from their lands,

And capture all the magic in bondage

So he could then fulfill his dreadful plans.

He drew his darkness, bold and with intent,

The mage would see all fairies in torment. 

The mage would see all fairies in torment

Or so he wished, he thought he could not fail

His magic was so strong, the ground was rent

And cracks split earth along the grassy vale.

But warrior, she felt her anger spread

She cried for justice for the fairy ground,

And raising sword so high above her head

She rallied fairy troupes to gather round.

A magic came right forth, with silver light

The steel within her hands began to glow

She was surprised, but recognized the might

Of good that from the blade began to flow.

Embracing right, she stood upon the field,

The maiden had a magic sword to wield.

The maiden had a magic sword to wield

A mighty talisman to lead the fight,

And all the trolls around her had to yield

Or die upon her blade of silver light.

Across the bloodied grass she made her way 

There in the centre faced the evil man,

He gathered in his dark to make her pay,

Dark clashed with light, and thwarted blackest plan.

A blinding flash illuminated all

A cry screamed out and then a quiet hush,

And from it strode the warrior, still tall

The fairies gathered round her in a rush.

The evil gone, the darkness had been spent,

Upon the field, the mage lay cold and bent.

Upon the field, the mage lay cold and bent,

Their champion had saved the land they loved,

The fairies so rejoiced and then they sent

A message to the king, with snow white dove.

The prince rode closely by her side with pride

And love swelled further in his fairy chest,

And he intended, at end of their ride

To ask her for her hand, and felt so blessed.

They came with triumph to the fairy court

And prince confessed his intent to his king,

But all his want it seemed was all for naught,

His royal highness refused his blessing.

They had their victory on the killing field,

But fairy king, for love, he would not yield.

But fairy king, for love, he would not yield

And prince was devastated by decree

His heart was to the maiden ever sealed

And without love he never would be free.

Then in the west, a greater evil grew

The mage’s brother had heard of his death,

And gathering an army quickly flew

To get revenge, even with dying breath.

They came so fast, the ground hummed with their tread

But fairy kingdom did not heed the signs

Their guard let down, they did not feel the dread

As they feasted and drank the summer wines.

But prince and maiden did not join the ball

They had found love, then seemed to lose it all.

They had found love, then seemed to lose it all

When king had said she could not be his bride,

So warrior returned home to the fall

Of passion’s hurts, and all alone she cried.

She grasped the mighty sword within her hands

And there on gleaming blade she saw the lines,

Within a twisting scrawl and lovely bands

Writ tale of once princess within the shine.

The tale was hers, she read with widened eyes

And knew the truth of power from her blade,

And saw that her upbringing was a guise,

Protection from a royal court betrayed.

She rose as princess from her lowly bed

She could not get the prince out of her head.

She could not get the prince out of her head

And he still pined, the loss made him a shell,

They both could feel the air, impending dread

Clung to the land, the magic wasn’t well.

The brother mage had gained the forest edge

And crept into the kingdom in the dark

And coming to the garden, kept his pledge

Touching his magic to the sacred bark.

The fairy kingdom heard the horrid cry

The sacred tree it wept and branches browned,

And all shook out their wings and took to sky

In defense of the fairy kingdom’s crown.

There was a deadly panic, lethal pall,

They had to save the kingdom, lest it fall

They had to save the kingdom, lest it fall

For without magic soon the land would die

But evil brother called his troops, they all

Swarmed over defenses with lofty cry.

The leaves upon the tree began to wilt

And lost their golden colour as they fell,

The land began to sicken as the gilt

Faded from tree, and evil came to dwell.

The fairies knew they needed champion

To help save them from their impending doom

And so they sent a herald to maiden

To implore her to help the sickened bloom.

They knew with certainty of horrid dread

She was the only one could stop the spread.

She was the only one could stop the spread,

She grabbed her mighty sword and ran to aid

Her anger swift, her vision clouded red

The magic thrummed within the steely blade.

She joined the fight, side by side with her prince

And cleaved the bodies of the troll army,

The clang of steel was rhythm to evince

The rage with which she faced the enemy.

The evil brother saw her power then

And saw to strike her at the very heart,

So gathering the magic of the glen

He aimed to tear the very world apart.

And there beneath the dying sacred tree

Brother brought prince with magic to his knees.

Brother brought prince with magic to his knees,

The maiden’s heart was torn there into shreds

And everything before her seemed to freeze

As prince fell down and on the ground he bled.

Her sword rose up, it flashed with blinding light

And smote the mage with all its raging charge,

Just as his brother had fell to her might

He died right there, a life no longer large.

She rushed to side of her beautiful man

And held him close and looked into blue eyes

He told her then how much he loved, the span

And while she held him in her arms he died.

With sweet prince gone, upon the floating breeze,

She knew right then a pain that pierced and seized.

She knew right then a pain that pierced and seized

And watched the blight spread from the dying tree

She saw that love was lost, would not be eased

But swore that princely death would set them free.

She drew her blade within his blood and joined

His soul once more to hers for final task,

And plunging steel into the ground conjoined

Her magic with his fairy blood at last.

The blood flowed strong and fed the sacred plant

The blush returned to leaves, the golden hue

And as the sun rose, beams in yellow slant

Brought warmth and life, the tree had been renewed.

The fairy kingdom had been saved, but cost

A prince his life, a love forever lost.

She was a warrior with mighty sword

They asked that she be champion for their king

She went with them to meet the fairy lord

There prince and maiden joined by passion’s sting.

The mage would see all fairies in torment

The maiden had a magic sword to wield,

Upon the field, the mage laid cold and bent, 

But fairy king, for love, he would not yield. 

They had found love, then seemed to lose it all,

She could not get the prince out of her head,

They had to save the kingdom, lest it fall

She was the only one could stop the spread. 

Brother brought prince with magic to his knees

She knew right then a pain that pierced and seized.

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Created March 2014 by Virginia Archer on Allpoetry.com.