Ondoliad - Song II

Like a tapestry woven by masters that know no rivals,
Our tale begins, with colourful threads intertwined.

Of these countless threads, is the brightest the maiden Kiare,
Whose sea-deep blue eyes are always alight with the spirit of laughter.
Friend to all those she meets, she is cherished by reverent mortals,
For she fetches for them items lost in remote dark caverns,
And protects them from beasts, and helps harvest their crops, in particular cabbage;
But most valued of boons that she grants when she kindles a friendship
Is boundless joy, which makes voices ring out in songs most heart-warming,
Quick to banish the cold that encroaches, stealthy, in winter,
As the hearth's gentle light fades away, and lone wolves do so howl in forests
(For angry they are, wretched beasts, and annoyed, being bound to carry
Odds and ends, such as rings, golden coins, and forks, in their fur long and mangy).

'Tis this blessing of joy that Kiare the happy, the youthful, the gleeful
Came to bring to the folk of the prosperous polis of Whiterun,
On a day that did mark the impossible feat of a hero named Farkas,
Who had used all the might that he had to give fight to the darkest of terrors,
And thus vanquished his dread of the hideous, horrid, and hissing, and hairy spiders.
In awe of his staggering might and the strength of his will, did the fair Kiare
Begin a great feast, with dancing and songs and a table bent in with the weight of the dishes.
The great Margophon came as well, having bound her life to the hero's grim brother,
And her jet-black winged steed was with her, full of cheer, flamboyance, and nonsense,
On the table he danced, with a neigh, and made victuals fly in directions
That defied all the laws set in place by Olympians' boundless wisdom.

And Kiare, she laughed at the stallion's tricks, all so quaint and unheard of,
And her silvery laughter caressed the superior, sensitive ears
Of the underworld's lord, who had used the arcane, forbidden dark magicks
To completely re-chisel his godly complexion and features
And transform in a twin of one Louis Letrush, who was also invited.
Having changed himself thus, he emerged from the ground, waist upwards,
To behold all of Whiterun's good folk as they danced and made merry.
For his age-old cold heart ever ached with a desperate longing
To partake of the glee that doth quicken the blood of the living -
But wait! Oh, do slow thy pace, fair muse, and remember to mention
That pride puts a seal on his lips and prevents him from saying all this out loud.

And now, that said, we turn back to the nether realm's ruler,
Who looked on, mesmerized, as Kiare spun round a-dancing.
Like a fisherman's net closes in round a sunken ship's treasure,
So her raven-black locks caught the white, burning gold of the sunlight.
Light like feather, her feet touched the earth with the gentlest, swift kisses.
As the whirlwind of dance left her breathless and flushed like a rose,
Her soft bosom - oh gods! - rose and fell in a rhythm most enchanting
That entranced the dread king as it would have ensnared his brother.

For a moment, the eyes of deep blue met the gaze of Letrush's false double,
But before the sweet maiden could try to converse with the creature before her,
It sank back into rock, like a blade being thrust in the chest of a fighter.
For, embarrassed by thoughts that came flocking while watching her bosom,
The dead land's overlord also blushed, even brighter than fair Kiare:
Choke he did on the heat's stifling wave as he shed mortal flesh that disguised him.
Shifting back to his true godly form, and swaying as spells did their workings,
To his chambers he fled, tripping over the hem of his kingly superior robes,
And locked himself in, dazed, perplexed, unheeding the calls of his servants,
And haunted by vision-like shades of the charming and graceful Kiare,
Which followed him closely whenever he tread - elusive and yet so enticing.
And thus we shall leave him anon, fair muse, till our song is continued.