As mentioned earlier, this is a poem that is based off an original story written earlier.
You can find the previous Canto in my blog as well, if you've missed out on it.
This is the second Canto, of an intended three.
Please enjoy. Let me know what you think.
Where I can make improvements.
Etc.
II:
Under sea of stars the story resumes,
Nameless babe woken by nameless sound,
Surrounded and swaddled in colourful blooms,
The night leans in, it's touch unbound.
Rocking it's cradle, spurred by magic of blood,
So child be safe, with naught else around,
Disturbed no more, by either crash or thud,
It resumes it's romp, through dreams abound.
On empty plains, a single house now stood,
With words of magic stained within planks and panes,
To hold the child, who's bloodline withstood,
To protect him from all the world's aches and pains.
While magic met needs when needs were dire,
He learnt from pages in author-less tomes,
How to wield seeds, and even tame fire,
To breathe life from soil, and grow new homes.
Magic that persisted, sewn into skin of the child,
Protecting him from the loss of loved ones gone,
Gave instead to care, a family far more wild,
In animals of the forest, for company, to fawn.
As farmer, he grew at the house in the glades,
As farmer, he grew the glades most strong.
Springing with vigor, a forest like palisades,
Grew with it the animals as years danced along.
As forest grew strong, so too did the magic,
Overflowing and spreading like notes and tunes,
Till a nearby town noticed a music most ecstatic,
And danced inside to claim the forest's fortunes.
Reaching no depths, stopped by monstrous woods,
And beasts so big and no fear in their eyes,
They beat a retreat, carrying their goods,
Running from magic of notes: lows and highs.
Word quickly spread, travelling extremely far,
To rest at the foot of the old king's throne,
Of a forest of plenty, and giant beasts seen afar,
And the room was filled with a silent groan.
Family grew distant as the silence spread,
And madness flared once more in the old king's eyes.
The creaking began anew, of chains of the dead,
And armies he summoned, to go claim his prize.
