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A youth, when “beautiful” is one so named,
This poet would imagine justly then
Ascent within herself from that proclaimed:

The timid corners of her lips first bend
Just upwards shyly when their mount is praised;
Perhaps her chin might tilt two inches then.

Before this verse perhaps you’d be unfazed,
What stretch of tongues could cause abiding turn?
I answer: one with candour that is raised.

To her, the words few spoken are a burn,
A brand which she shall for all time maintain.
Your tone persuades her of esteem or spurn.

But speak to her with confidence if fain
Your compliments for this coy youth to be,
So will your commendations then remain.

Perhaps those smiling eyes will one day see
The truth that what you said to her that time
Is truthfully her great ascension’s key.

Watch as then she lifts a knee to climb
Upon her chair to tower o’er the rest,
Awarded now, now wreathed in light sublime.

And pressing on, she conquers every test,
Each obstacle she storms and then upends
Until through fervour she’s declared the best.

It’s not her looks on which success depends:
Your word won’t matter now; she’ll come to know
Of those conceited judgements she transcends:

Up over mountains, over stones and snow,
Beyond the face that might have sneered before,
To take her throne above the gloom to glow.
Not one of my favourites I've written, but I woke up with it in my mind and it was one of those things that just had to be done.  By the time it was done I was pretty done with it, but have some terza rima.
Hold all Nirn and Mundus in your fingers, Satakal.
Dash each and every mote of earth away, Satakal.

I took a man, a tepid thing to quench my parched heart;
Erect his love: A pillar to destroy, Satakal.

I am alone; for me is Tamriel dry and dark.
Let some spark burn, let there be warmth and breath, Satakal.

As the sands of Alik’r blow, never to remain,
So brings peace to all things, and strife again, Satakal.

Place a scimitar into my hand, so I may kill.
Give to me life and love to battle for, Satakal.

Lo, I see upon the azure desert horizon
The final soul for whom I shall exist, Satakal.

A fire burns, a solar pulse, as has happened before
So many times; can even you recall, Satakal?

No man or woman, nor foot nor sword shall ever stay;
All things change, for Nirn and for Guzala, Satakal.
I decided to try my hand writing a ghazal (imperfect) from the perspective of a Redguard woman.  So yes, a little Elder Scrolls poetry for you all.

WR: This is my first ever ghazal, so I'd like to know how people like the form (and how I did at replicating it in English).  I also like any fan pieces I write to be accessible even by people who have no idea about the source material, so if there are any folks here who don't know what Tamriel or Nirn are, did that fact detract too much from the piece?

(Critique: thewrittenrevolution.deviantar… )
Now sound the calls | of cocks unearthly,
Gallinkambi crows, | of gold his throat.
Fjalar follows, | frost-giants awaken,
And a third in Helheim, | the home of the dead.

Surtr from the south | his sword of fire
Strides over Midgard | scorching the earth.
Naglfar's unleashed, | of nails it's wrought,
Helmed by Loki, | Laufey's son.

Fettered and gagged, | the Fenris Wolf bellows,
For the blood of his captors, | he bays and writhes,
Straining at chains; | his children sated
On the sun and the moon | they've sought to devour.

Fettered and gagged, | the Fenris Wolf bellows,
For the blood of his captors, | he bays and writhes,
Gleipnir shatters, | the girdle that keeps him,
The giant's ribbon; | Ragnarok has come.

The sword in his jaws | sundered in two,
Fenrir trembles; | treachery, it seems
To Angrboda's son, | of the Aesir that bound
The wolf until | the worlds' destruction.

By the grace of the gods | he grew too large
Until nothing but fear | flared in their eyes.
For long they kept him | from a cub raised
His height waned their courage | and their cunning inspired.

A chain they had fashioned | of fish's breath
A mountain's roots | and maiden's beard,
Their mercy withdrawn, | the wolf was imprisoned
With the hand in his mouth | of Hymir's son.

So strides Fenrir | over the flames of Midgard,
Over the bridge of Bifrost | broken and dim,
Snarling and snapping | his sanguine thirst
To wreak his vengeance | on the rulers of Asgard.

So fights mighty Fenrir | at his father's call
Beside his brothers | and barrow-dwellers.
As wyrd would have it | the wolf is found
By the greatest of gods | and Grungnir, his spear.

Odin says:
On the field of deeds | Fenrir leaves claw-marks;
Fated the minute | I meet the wolf,
And so shall he fall, | one fell beast less
To ravage the world, | but rot in the new.

Fenrir says:
Be silent, Odin! | So certain you are
Of your far-sight, | all futures you know.
But have not conceived | of your corpse this day:
I shall devour you | as the diviner foretold.

Odin says:
My silence you'll not have, | so certain am I
Of my far-sight, | all futures I know,
I've foreseen my death, | my demise in your jaws,
But wisdom does not save us | from weapons and fangs.

And my wisdom is greatest | of all gods and men,
Though in these last hours | there is aught I know not:
What vengeance takes Fenrir | on the father of the gods?
It was the dwarves who fashioned | the fetter that bound him.

Fenrir says:
Be quiet, Odin! | So cunning you are,
But the dwarves will not suffer | the death that is yours.
The betrayer of Fenrir | before him stands;
The children of Nidavellir | did not chain my limbs.

The gods gave me shelter, | let me grow on their food,
But left me to starve, | sword stuck in my jaws.
Such pain I endured | till the end of all things,
And shall have my first meal: | the head of the Allfather.

Odin says:
On the gods you take vengeance | though on Valfodr is wasted.
The dwarves made the tether | and Tyr did bind you.
Why does Fenrir not howl | for the handless god?
Why goes he to spit | upon the spear of Odin?

Fenrir says:
Retribution is something | wrought and satisfied.
When vengeance is taken | it's tallied and remembered,
Not kept and coveted | to be carried out
Again and again | till the Aesir fall.

The god of duels | his due has made:
His sword-hand I took, | severed from wrist.
From the Aesir I'll get | a gild for their trickery:
Hangatyr and Third | the highest of wights.

Odin says:
What gets Fenrir | from the father of men
If to slay him he tried | and successful was?
What vanity drives | the vengeance of the wolf?
What fame seeks | his fangs in my throat?

Fenrir says:
Fame I seek not | now of all days,
'Twas vanity that bound me, | my bane long ago.
No longer I need | to be known on men's lips,
Or seen in esteem | for my strength alone.

Long after death | last the deeds of our lives,
The feats that weigh | our worth in the worlds.
Before now I strove | to sear my name in the minds
Of men by my might | and means of fear.

Long after death | last the deeds of our lives,
The feats that weigh | our worth in the worlds.
But justly my fame | by jealousy I lost,
When I could have commit | to kith and family.

And know I still; | even now I ween
That I'll be slain | by your son in fury.
This is the way | of the worlds, all nine,
So shall we each perish | for peace in the end.

Odin says:
And so speeds the wolf | to the side of Loki,
Forsaken by the gods, | long fettered by dwarves,
To feast upon Odin, | father of Vithar,
As foretold by the volva | far-sighted in death.

There is no right | in Ragnarok's last hours,
Only two sides | who strive for death.
For the new green world | must nine others fall,
So are slain both Fenrir | and Svafnir at last.

Fenrir forth surges | to snap his jaws;
Grungnir's old wielder | the wolf's attack parries,
Displaying his might, | the main of the gods,
In a torrent of blood, | the twilight of worlds.

Finally falls Odin | to the fangs of the wolf,
The first of all | the Aesir at war.
The giant's lips | he licks, and growls,
His victory fated | and famed nevermore.

Forward strides Vithar | Valtyr's mighty son,
To win his glory, | the gods' avenger.
Screaming in fury, | he strikes the devourer;
The wolf's red mouth | stretched wide in bloodlust.

With empty hands | he holds his snout,
His toes pressed down | on the tongue of the beast,
Vithar roars | and wrenches his arms,
And tears open the jaws | of the terror of Asgard.

Thus fall one by one | the forces of Loki,
And the gods and all things, | the great and the small.
And blossoms a field | beautiful and green,
Where all lost to fame | is forgotten at last.
The Speech of Fenrir (Fenrismol)
Some modern mythology inspired by much more ancient stories, written in a form just as old but in a language as new as they come.

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My drug of pleasant amber hue.
My fine and fragrant opium—
My warm intoxicating dew;

Escape we far from mis’ry through
A gateway to Elysium;
A drug of pleasant amber hue:

The perfect thing for me and you,
To dash away this tedium
With warm intoxicating dew.

The only heaven ringing true,
Akin to mem’ry prepartum,
Of drug of pleasant amber hue.

Let us descend, no more ado
In crowning vap’rous orgasm,
In warm intoxicating dew.

On silk we smoke one pipe more to
This love by lamp-lit podium,
This drug of pleasant amber hue,
This warm intoxicating dew.
Opium Pipes: A Villanelle
My second villanelle.  It makes me look like an oversexed junkie.  I am not.
Day 1/16:33

The International Global Warming Association has agreed to fund 1E9 units to my team, Climate Regulation Science, Incorporated, upon being approved by ethics boards at long last.  It is my expectation that this endeavour will ultimately lead to a neutralization, and perhaps even eventually a reversal, of anthropogenic climate change, through the development and construction of gas fusion and climate generators.  I also personally hope that the former may solve the world's energy crisis as well, providing power not only including but especially to those living in areas most detrimentally affected by climate change for centuries, although I did not include these hopes in my research proposal to IGWA.  It sounds suitably ambitious, but in the end it is only one more thing that may prove fallacious.  Our only reward would be lost standing, which would be a shame in the case of a research team which would otherwise save the world.

Day 13/20:01

CRS has received the hardware, technicians and clearance that will be the proverbial vessel of our research.  It will essentially create the laboratory in which we will work.  The concept itself is new, and the technology is still very tightly restricted; most of the difficulties I have faced with ethics and IGWA are due to what I believe is the absolute requirement we have for an alternate reality.  Small-scale laboratory settings simply will not be as efficacious, as true-to-life, as is necessary for such a bold project as we have on our hands, and of course simply experimenting on the Earth we have would be so ethically wrong that even the most heartless, greedy, megalomaniacal scientific mastermind would reel.  I do not do this for greed; I have one billion units in my hands, all but literally, and all I can think of is the excitement I share with my team for that moment when we will step out of the confines of our universe and into a fresh, uncivilized world of our very own.

Day 60/2:19

The Separate String Series Transference Device (S3TD) has been constructed and calibrated.  I wish I could log an image of it, take a picture of it with my voice.  It is enormous; it is hard for me to believe even with the best engineers and technology at our disposal it could be constructed in fewer than two months.  The vacuum pump alone is larger than my apartment building.  The diodes are two humungous saucers, like alien spacecraft from the first science fiction movies, large enough to cast a shadow over a turboprop.  A technician just showed me the testing device, a little cube riddled with sensors and outputs, and told me with a smile that the world the S3TD links us to is identical to New Earth, and that our team and equipment will be transported reliably on top of a plateau at high latitude, where we will make our offices.  I can't wait.

Day 0/0:00

This place is beautiful.  An unspoiled prehistoric Canadian wilderness in a world where Canada, English, or proper nouns of any kind have never been even conceived.  Absolutely breathtaking: the tundra, the forests, the lights in a sky unspoiled by vapor trails.  Until I remember the Earth I must return to at the end of the day, it seems to me the greatest tragedy that we are here to destroy it.

Day 0/0:00

The automated clock on my device does not function here, as there are no satellites, no receivers.  I knew this ahead of time, of course, and will note the date and time relative to my wristwatch by hand in my notes as I take these voice-to-text logs.  I almost wish I did not need to, though.  I wish I could explore this cold Earth, wrapped in my tunic, and imagine myself a primitive in a world without time.

Day 0/0:00

We started work today, at last.  All of our necessary building materials have been transported over, and our constructors are erecting the first man-made blemish on this world, which is where we will live and orchestrate our research.

Day 187/7:56

The technicians on the S3TD assure me that it is not time travel, rather it is the establishment of tangible contact between our reality and another that existed millions or billions of years ago.  Regardless of the distinction, it does not feel to me that over three months have passed for us in this ancient reality.  It is not exactly scientific, but I feel compelled to log my feelings on this and other matters of our research.  Perhaps they will make it into a biography after we have concluded.

Day 187/16:20

I'm back with Neil.  Even though three months passed for him while only weeks passed for me, and my hand-notes on subjective time of my previous logs are rendered irrelevant, what remains is that we each missed each other greatly.  I of course have much more to tell him about my weeks than he has to tell me about his months, but words aren't always the best mode of communication.  I don't even know why I'm recording this.  Silly.

Day 0/0:00

The offices have been completed to the point where we can begin research, the meat and bones of which is yet more building.  We have the designs, however; IGWA wanted them in their hands before we gained funding, which nearly drove some of the more suspicious individuals on our team (who shall remain anonymous) out of their minds.  Administration are fairly sure IGWA is not an evil international secret agency bent on applying untested research on humanity in the name of potential profit, however, so work will continue as normal.  Right now, while the machinery is constructed, we will need to survey this world in regards to its climate, atmospheric composition, albedo, mass, magnetic field, and, most impressively, its geography.  We are, in every sense, the successors to Erickson, Cook, Columbus: we are mapping out this new world, one step at a time, not only over a very short period but under its pristine atmosphere.  Explorers at sea level.  Trailblazers.

Day 0/0:00

I travelled today to view the site of our first extension to the S3TD network, which is roughly one thousand kilometers away from main base.  The climate generators have an effective radius of five hundred kilometers, so this will be the standard distance between them.  If this Cold Earth has the same surface area as the real Earth, this means we will have to construct and deploy one thousand units.  It is a daunting task, like building one thousand small nuclear submarines and then burying them in the ground, but we have the funding, and we have the manpower.  And then, when our hypothesis is shown to be correct, we will do it all again in the real world.

I digress, however.  The S3TD network will work as closely with the climate generator network as it can, to speed up construction.  These smaller S3TDs are designed to be portable, so that only those sites that still need construction or monitoring will be connected.  I am grateful for this, because the sprawling plain of tundra I am standing on now is simply too gorgeous to marr.  It kills me that we are putting even a single hole in the ground.

Day 0/0:00

The functionality of the climate generators is in three interdependent parts: They extract carbon compounds in gaseous form and other substances from the surrounding atmosphere to reduce the concentration of greenhouse gases over time.  These molecules then undergo electrolytic decomposition and their component atoms are used in fusion reactions until they are heavy metals and the process’s energy efficiency turns negative.  The purpose of this part is twofold: one, to compress the biproducts, rendering them effectively zero in the short-term, and two, to produce energy for the third part, which is the climate generator.  This is a rather complex invention of our team which utilizes electromagnetic fields to manipulate nearby weather.  In this case, it will dissipate or deflect intense weather patterns, whether areas of high or low pressure, and high or low humidity, according to a series of algorithms.  The combined effect should neutralize the more violent storms coastlines have been facing, and bring water to drought-stricken regions.  My expectation is that after an extended period of greenhouse gas neutralization, this third part of the generators will no longer be needed, and they can instead become generators of electricity for common use.  With them, we will solve the world’s problems with one swing.

Day 0/0:00

Atmospheric and geological data are in.  Composition is indeed identical to Earth’s.  The geography is more difficult to tell, but I believe it is safe to say that the S3TD technicians were right, that we are in a world mimicking Neoproterozoic Earth.  The global temperature is low, roughly twenty degrees Centigrade cooler than modern Earth, which would place us in the Tonian period.  This means we are only a few hundred million years from a Snowball Earth scenario, but I believe this planet is close enough to the history of our own that we can accurately calculate the effects of our research in the very long term regardless.  I have never felt more like a time traveller before than now; the idea is difficult to shake.

Day 215/5:10

I am back in the real world, but Matt won’t be seeing much of me.  I have a lot of calculations and planning to do if we are to stay on time, and on budget.  Time does seem to play some role in the S3TD functionality despite the fact that it is supposed to be stable at this point in the study: One day here may be two there, or two there may be three here.  It seems entirely random and however much I shout it seems no one can do anything about it, so I simply must work quickly and hope it is quick enough.  This log is little more than stress relief.  And not a very good one, at that.  Damn it.

Day 0/0:00

My calculations are completed, the planning meetings have gone through, the sites are laid out and unnecessary team members transported back to Earth.  Now the Independent Pollution and Climate Change Activator (IPaCCA) need to be calibrated and, hopefully, everything will go according to plan.  We won’t get a second shot at this.

Day 0/0:00

It has been a while since my last log.  Of course, in an objective sense it is impossible to tell, but my watch and calendar do their best.  IPaCCA is ready: It really is an enormous facility.  Most of it will be inaccessible after today as its burners fire up and this world I have come to admire — even thrive in personally, to the detriment of my marriage and sometimes even my research — will fall into ruination, like ours.  Exactly like ours, if everything goes according to plan.  The factory will produce gaseous waste of ten billion humans living on Cold Earth’s surface, every minute of every day for the rest of this poor world’s existence.

Day 395/21:49

I am back home, finally, and this time for longer than a few days.  No more meetings, no more calculations.  This has been the hardest part, though, so far: the waiting.  We aren’t yet testing the product of our research, the fusion climate generators, but we are creating the setting needed for a realistic dry run.  If that fails, if I made a mistake somewhere, even a small one, this last year and all that money have been for nothing.  I am going on a vacation with Neil to Nunavut to take my mind off of things.  He is excited and always so supportive.  I love him.

Day 409/4:01

Nunavut is treating us well.  The city is clean and the water is cool.  I'll admit that being here reminds me a little of being on the south side of Cold Earth, where there is now a huge factory spoiling it forever, but I do my best to put it out of my mind.  So does Neil.  We are enjoying the cool air, the tourist sites, the cleanliness of it all.  It is amazing that even with people all over the world coming to visit that it has retained the feel of a small city.  Perhaps it is simply the temperature that makes everyone on the street seem so distant.  And when our generators are proven to work, we can get them installed all over the world.  It might not be within our lifetime, but perhaps our children could have a Nunuvut planet.

Day 416/21:58

I got a call from the main office on our trip (the one on Earth, of course): IPaCCA is operating efficiently (or inefficiently, depending on how one looks at it) and work has begun on recalibrating the temporal coordinates of S3TD (which are, technically, spatial coordinates).  Neil seems disappointed (as this means our holiday will be ending sooner than expected so that we can catch up to our schedule), but I can't muster up the same emotion; Nunuvut is wonderful, but the warming of our Cold Earth has been all that's on my mind.  As a side-note, it is probably a good thing my speech-to-text program does not insert parentheses.  Neil is making fun of me (currently reading over my shoulder).

Day 0/0:00

I returned to meet my team on Cold Earth to find it not so cold anymore.  I am told the S3TD destination has been recalibrated to the same reality, and the same point relative to IPaCCA, but five hundred years later than its installation.  I am flatly refusing to listen to anyone who insists that we have not undergone time travel.  I will have my infantile fantasy regardless; it's all I have here now that the permafrost I admired so greatly is gone.  Installation of the generators is beginning now.

Day 0/0:00

I took another trip today, this time several kilometers below sea level.  The oceans are the largest reservoirs of greenhouse gases, so although no one will be living on the ocean floor when we get back to notice the immediate climate-shielding functionality of the generators, it is important that the units be installed there as well as in urban centers.  In this world, for the sake of scientific rigor, the units are being installed roughly equidistant of one another, which I certainly did not stipulate because it meant I would get to explore the abyss in a submersible.

Day 0/0:00

All one thousand generators have been installed, buried in the ground, and activated.  Each one has been tested, each one should be working as planned.  Now that I’ve been all over this world, it’s time to return to my own, and wait another century.  Even if this century will only take the few days the S3TD team needs to recalibrate again, I know I will simply lose my mind.  There has to be something else I can do.

Day 500/1:10

Neil insists on a quiet week.  I hope it’s only a week.  We are looking at adoption agencies online.  When this experiment is finished, and all the bureaucracy has been satiated and the awards and royalties are coming in the mail like department store fliers, we may start an even more important project of our own.  This time, we’re both excited; at least the prospect of it is keeping Cold Earth off of my mind.

Day 502/11:09

I just woke up to a nightmare.  I’m fine now, Neil is going to get me a glass of wine, but that’s just it.  I don’t really know anymore: which one of us is older now?  What happened in between the time he had and the time I lost in my work with CRS?  I can’t answer this right now.

Day 509/15:01

I received a voicemail from the director of IGWA.  It did not sound terribly positive, but I am certain we did everything right.  There were no errors.  Let me have a look at that sensor.

Day 509/15:41

It must be a problem in the experimental setting.  Did we correct for the geological changes during the Tonian period?  Was it necessary to?  I need a paleontologist.  Who is CRS’s paleontologist?

Day 509/16:00

En route to the S3TD— Why are you recording now?  Put that away.

Day 509/17:19

I’m not letting anyone tell me what to do.  No one is going to take away my recorder.  No one is going to inform me of the status of the experiment.  I am going to do it myself.  I am going to take my damn own measurements.  I am going to see everything!

Screw the Mature filter, there needs to be a Close-Up-Of-Bugs filter.  And who came up with the idiotic idea to give these things a DD?  An incredible troll, that's who.

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Lesliewifeofbath Featured By Owner Aug 26, 2015  Hobbyist Writer
Welcome to the :iconthe-bards-college:!
Yitik Featured By Owner Aug 26, 2015   Writer
Thankya.  I'd submit my ghazal except it's not a perfect ghazal so I'm kind of embarrassed.  Maybe one day I'll fix it.
Lesliewifeofbath Featured By Owner Aug 26, 2015  Hobbyist Writer
It's ok. Post when you're comfortable.
DevonianFossil Featured By Owner Oct 16, 2014
In your article on conlanging you mentioned you had a background in linguistics. How do we interpret the way a language is described (ie. ergative-absolutive)? I've been trying to read about the Basque and Etruscan languages (or at least the little that's known of the latter) for ideas on a fictional language, but my linguistics experience is limited to a quarter of an introductory anthropology class.
Yitik Featured By Owner Oct 16, 2014   Writer
Yeah, typological alignment is super-confusing.

Have you learned about nominal cases yet?  In English, and most languages for that matter that have case at all, you have two particular cases: nominative and accusative, which relate to how transitive verbs work.

Nominative case is your subject, generally: it's the thing that's performing the action.

Accusative case is the opposite: it's the object, and in a transitive statement it's the thing the action is being performed on.

ie, in "I ran" I is nominative.  In "I hit her", I is nominative again, and her is accusative.  You can tell because in English, pronouns change depending on their case: "I" is only ever nominative, and "her" is only ever accusative.

This all changes when you have an ergative-absolutive language.  Instead of nominative and accusative cases, you have the ergative and absolutive cases.

Ergative is your subject in transitive statements.

Absolutive case is your object in transitive statements, but it is also your SUBJECT in intransitive statements.

So in our two sentences above, "I ran" would have I as absolutive, and "I hit her" would have I as ergative and her as absolutive.

What this makes your language look like is this: If English were ergative-absolutive, and we assumed nominative became ergative and accusative because absolutive, this first (intransitive) sentence would become "Me ran" and the second (transitive) sentence would remain "I hit her".

I hope this helps.
ferretywrath Featured By Owner Dec 9, 2013  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Thank you for the watch!
Yitik Featured By Owner Dec 10, 2013   Writer
No problem~
CrusaderMaria Featured By Owner Dec 29, 2011
Yes, I came her from the DD, but I stayed because I was mesmorized. You have mind blowing work. Thanks for sharing it with us!
Yitik Featured By Owner Dec 29, 2011   Writer
Very kind of you. Thanks for having a look!
Tsukiiyo Featured By Owner Dec 29, 2011  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Wow, you've got a beautiful gallery. That is why I invite you to join [link] .
That'd be really awesome if you accept.
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