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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.
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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