End the Ring / An Ode III
A Ring of power,
A ring of binding
A ring that’s sour
A wRing of timing
Olwin & Unwin
George & George
Allen & Un-win
Richard & Richard
LotR, RotE
ASoIaF, D&E, ‘n F&B
LotR ‘n H,T
RotE ‘n TWP&TPP
The Queen of Bee
The Queen of E
The Queen of 🅱️
The Queen of Be
The King of See
The King of E
The King of C
The King of Sea
Spoiler warning for all books of the Realm of the Elderlings by Robin Hobb
A Poem for Bee, The Destroyer
or
A Mourning
or
Not To Be
or
For Robin Hobb
or
or
Snapping the kNot of Chapter 39: The Vengeance (“A CatasTrophy of DraGones“)
or
A Song of Ice, Fire, Rain
or
A Conclusion
or A Memory of Blood
Not knot, knock knock
Who’s there?
Hobb’s hobby
Hobb’s hobby hoo?
Hobb’s hobby of magic naming
Of art making
Of knot breaking
Of plot-baking
Is simply unmatched
For even her peers say
That she’s “a diamond
In a sea of zircon“ia‘s”
Glass
~ George “Robin RHobb” Martin
Are our R R’s
The Rising Seas, Rising Earth?
Riveting Teas, Rivers of Worth?
For Silver Seas, or Rivers of Silver
In conclusion, only a Sliver
Found
The Bee’s the one that breaks the Knot
Will naming magic be forgot?
Before the bees are all but naught
If thought is Thought, then Ice is hot
A Feather’s A Blade for just a babe
The Feather’s a Blade, a Child’s aid
A Feather to Blade, so says the Sage
A Feather ‘n Blade, A Silver, Golden Age
O Saints of Old, O Saints of Gold
Please, O Please, won’t you fold?
Please, O Please, be so bold
To Let the Golden Age of Old
Return
For Ægon V(I) Targaryen
or
A Sequel two Half .5
A-gone, fAegon, E-gone for eons
Aemon gone, Ame(e)n gone, E-gone for Eons
Aegon, you the fifth or sixth?
Or seventh (or eleventh?) or mayhaps the eighth?
Either option tells me you’re legit
We must needs know you’re no fake-Gone
Æ-gone, for now only E Exists
O First letter, O El–phuh, O End-uh
O opposite of OmegUh
O beginning, why left
O ending, why right
Without Æ, what would we do, Eh
We only spoke of so much
We only wrote with such luck
Now luck is close to expiring
This trend will now be retiring
For now A-isn’t-gone, A is back,
Since A is back, now E is back
E was gone for Eons, now Eons return
Both A&E and AnE and AE and Æ return
Four become two
For fÆke-gone’s true
A sequel to the supposedly unrelated Threads and The Touch of Fall
Threads II
or
“A Dream of Spring”
A dream of Spring has been recurring, it seems
A dream that friends and family never depart
A dream of tapestries woven with blues and greens
Whose embroidery has no end, as it has no start
Could threads be woven thusly, by any means?
Or will branches, once entwined, now grow apart?
As growth of life has been dictated by season
What could a time of warmth and brightness bring?
Though ‘light is not the servant of Time’ I reasoned
I wonder, in these words, does truth still ring?
Perhaps planet’s path predicts times of breezin’
Yet, this time, Summer might last forever after Spring…
If nature cradles the dreams we plant and favour
Will gardens flourish by her maternal majesty?
Will they ever bear the fruits of our labour?
Even a few fickle fruits o’ fraternal fantasy?
When even what’s bittersweet is savoured
Then gems can shine again in this eternal tapestry
So sapphire seas and emerald earth we’ll roam
And if the futures set in these crystals shatter
As sinners like myself have shown, once grown
That even as we fracture, and pieces scatter
We’ll be more than reapers of what we’ve sown
Into fate’s fabric, we’ll sew the shards we gather
The gardens we plant’ll reach forever’s fruition
And then they’ll last despite blight or virality
Then we’ll be the tasters of our own volition
Then we’ll be the weavers of eventuality
Ensuring this, I’ll make my lifelong ambition
As sweeter breezes no longer reek of finality,
Our destinies’ fabrics will never tear at the seams
For we’ll sew reality outta these springtime dreams
Inspired by Robin Hobb’s The Realm of the Elderlings
The title “A Dream of Spring” is taken from the expected title of the last volume of George RR Martin’s A Song of Ice and Fire
Also published in Ink Movement’s Mississauga Youth Anthology Vol III:
Inspired by the Avatar Cycle and The Legend of Korra’s Beginnings,
as well as A Song of Ice and Fire
The A Tale of a Life
or
Ice, Fire, and Rain
A life was born one day
A life not black and white, but grey
Not purely happy, not just sad, such is the way
That our journey must be, come what may
This life was meant to suffer, be in misery, and feel pain
This human life, filled with ice, fire, and rain
It asks itself, “Why must I do this? Is all in vain?
Why must I ache? Why must I strain?”
The mortals think life their bane
Saying, “Those who disagree, must be insane”
“Fear, hate, sorrow, cries
Is this where my destiny lies?”
The man asks himself, so unwise
One day, this life meets a Spirit of Light, with disbelieving eyes
He asks it, “Why does anyone live, if everyone dies?”
“This is not something I can answer easily,” the Spirit replies
“To show you the truth, I must take you somewhere. Rise!”
The mortal followed the mentor, unsure what he would see
They went into a place, freezing and shadowy
“O Spirit, where art thou taking me?”
“A place unfit for life, a place unfit for thee”
“But cannot I stay somewhere warm? I do not understand, clearly
Perhaps this is to show me that life is cold and brutal, could it be? “
“Do not believe that yet. Let go of preconceptions. Break the chains of destiny. Become free!”
They continued their adventure, the human becoming hopeless
“I do not feel better. Like life, this all feels pointless”
They went into a place burning, blindingly radiant, lifeless
“You said you wanted warmth. Do you see the consequence of your bias?”
“Spirit, I do not understand. Of all this, what is the purpose?”
“Do you not perceive the contrast? Let yourself see from the heart, not the iris
Do not believe life is so black and white, for how can it be? Break the chains of destiny! Become boundless!”
“You asked me why we live, if it is so punishing
You asked me why we die, if life has a meaning
Just as Light cannot exist without Darkness, so too life is filled with happiness and suffering
Only in the cold, you realized you needed heating
Then, in the fire, still, you were quick to fleeing
Unable to handle extremes, a midpoint you were needing
Because with winter and summer, there is autumn and spring
One needs to experience both justice and evil, to keep their heart beating”
“Without hardships, how could you know the blessing of ease?
How could you know the joy of a smile without the frown of disease?
Do you see now, why Life is not a breeze?
Both love and hate are needed to develop, to evolve, to seize
-The chance to understand others, the chance to cause a change, the chance to please
We can only make the world better by bettering ourselves first, so do not sleaze
We can only better ourselves by seeing all the world’s villainies”
The man asked, in denial, “But why do we face love and hate?
Why does our acceptance matter, if all is in our Fate?”
“Our conflicting sides of Hell and Heaven, give us the power to decide our own destination,” answered the Spirit, frustrate
“Remember your path will not always be straight
But no matter how dark or difficult it gets, you must believe you can bear the weight
Both friends and enemies you will encounter; no matter what, exonerate
Unshackle destiny’s seeming restraints; all is meant to be, but the choice of it is yours; differentiate”
“Answers to your many questions have been given; what else do you inquire?”
“Please tell me, O Spirit to achieve these goals, what need I acquire?”
“Let your fiery heart melt the ice of cold desire
Become Water, full of life, easy to flow with, able to quench rage’s fire
Become Wind, a soft breeze, invulnerable to hate, gentle, but able to inspire
Become Earth, a firm foundation of truth, of unshakable valour to admire
Become Light, a beacon of hope, a shining guide in the Dark, a spark to aspire”
And so, the Spirit bid farewell, leaving the man with his life illuminated
He lived the rest of it giving up himself, “I can help you”, he would say to all souls, unimpeded
Alas, a day came when the skies wept; the life faced its mortality, but pleaded
“Do not let me die yet! I have failed, O Spirit, I could not save humanity… if only I had never conceded”
“No! ‘*To know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived. This is to have succeeded!*’
You’re time as human may be done, but you will return when you are needed, O Enlightened One”
One day, another life of Dark and Light, was born again
Once a man, but changed anew, as a Spirit of Light, appeared then
Recently evolved, still reminiscing of its humanity, the Spirit consoled the life, “I can help you, friend
This is a new beginning, not the end”
*Note: Original quote in asterisks above by Ralph Waldo Emerson*
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