The Resolution of Alayr

A chapter from a fictional epic ballad about a feary named Alayr. The poem was originally written for inclusion in a role-playing webzine that had little people for its March 2003 theme.

The Resolution of Alayr

Chapter Eight of the Ballad of Alayr*


Near the silver pool of light,
On a warm midsummer’s night,
Sat the small and fair Alayr,
Gilding moonlight in her hair.

Fair Alayr, daughter of wind,
Watched the sacred night begin,
Fingers stretched out to the sky,
Oft on the winds answers fly.

Fair Alayr, the maiden Fae,
Daughter of a king, that day
Sought the wisdom of the stone
‘Let the answers be now known.’

Fair Alayr, with features fine,
Took the silence as a sign.
With a sigh Alayr did stand -
Slender, deadly sword in hand.

Fair Alayr, the warrior maid
What price would, that day, be paid?
She would go where none would dare
Trembling wings beat ‘gainst the air.

Fair Alayr, most stalwart sprite
While she flew, her sword held tight,
Thought of all she’d leave behind,
The ancient homeland of her kind.

Fair Alayr, the selfless elf,
For her home would give herself
Over to the burning fire
Of the dreadful monsters dire.

Fair Alayr, fateful faerie,
All Fae hopes would she carry
To Abrasham, the pit of hell,
Where the beasts of darkness dwell.

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March 2003 for publication in DreamScribe™ Webzine

* Note: While the poem is technically referred to as "Chapter Eight of the Ballad of Alayr, the previous seven chapters have not been written, nor the subsequent chapters that tell the tale of Alayr once she reaches Abrasham. Perhaps someday...

Author's Note

March 2003 for publication in DreamScribe™ Webzine of the same month themed Little People.

* Note: While the poem is technically referred to as "Chapter Eight of the Ballad of Alayr, the previous seven chapters have not been written, nor the subsequent chapters that tell the tale of Alayr once she reaches Abrasham. Perhaps someday...