Untitled (or “I Remember My Life”)

I remember my life of Eden.

In my first few years, something akin to freedom.

And when they caught up with her one day

I was thrown away just to be saved

Imprisoned, she’s gone

Liberated, I seem.

Then, I was seven, and all alone.

I could hunt, and kill, and gather food

But that was all. I barely knew how

To speak. Not that I had anyone

With whom to do so with; was alone.

Weep not for I am far better now.

It was some years before I found one

With whom I could speak, but I did not

Know her language and she would run off

And hide from me. She was a spirit.

She liv’d of the water, and in it.

She was the only one who would let

Me see her. She, once we were friends, taught

Me her language. The language

Of Däwngale and her children.

Now I speak four of her languages. Mine,

Elken. His, N’Tariel. Solune,

And hers, the language of Nixies.

We learned from each other and taught

All we knew. She said we would be sep-

Arated in some years, forever. She

Was wrong, but she was worried always.

Years pass’d and I bled into womanhood.

It was and it is an annoyance.

Gift from the mother to the daughter

To be a mother and enter her—

Enter her eternity. To fill the voids.

This I would do much later.

It was around this time I started

To explore the north woods. I went south

And almost got taken in by a

Tribe, caught in the age of stones. I left.

I would not return for many years.

I explor’d and avoided all those

Who could speak but were not spirits. But

There was a tenacious boy who saw

Me. He enter’d the death trance, I saw.

He had to know me, he said. I ran

As far away as I could. I hid

For many weeks. And the terrible

Mother Däwngale had a plan for me.

My time was near, and she said “re-turn.”

I did not listen. The Nixies laugh’d,

And I wept. I enter’d the death trance.

I too would know him, I decided.

I returned to the south but he was

Gone.

I am to blame, I pray’d I ask’d Him.

And I grieved and I slept there on Earth.

And I woke and he was there I saw.

I woke and looked through the trees I saw.

Daniel Triumph.

I may write more, in time.

Anyone who can guess the narrator’s name get’s props.

P.S. Holy hell does verse do wonders. I was trying to figure out who wrote this. It was me, a week ago. Try it!

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