The Ancient Maiden

• Tasharni Mclean-lowe
• Poetry
• 2018

An ancient maiden
A-ya
Who is’t is the lady? Am I v’ry much yond mistress?
Seeing a feath’r’d sir, Kalona, calling me,
In mine own dreameth,
Dark as night,
Evil as the Und’rw’rld,
Night feath’rs like ravens,
The ancient maiden, a creation,
Am I his a-ya?
His voice of heat’d ice burning with passion who is’t is enshielf,
Stabbing with tiny needles in a lodging wh’re t hurts
Sweet and kind until his ult’ri’r ego doth take holdeth
A fable reincarnat’d
Tsi sgili queen is blind’d by his pow’r and lust
Like a dog to his mast’r
A bloody dagg’r
With an army of sons
The pow’r of five possess’d by an angel
Witchcraft, blood and pow’r
Years of t’rture and teen
With a heart of vile ugliness f’r beauty
‘r is ‘t a hallucination of a brain who is’t is sick
But yet I seeth t again
The same dreameth ‘r yet,
A nightmare.
But yet a sacrifice wilt beest hath given
A Ghoul wilt returneth,
A-ya.
What cometh from the earth must returneth.
The bloody dagg’r of the surviv’rs,
Army of sons,
With a w’rld und’rmin’d
Of wings and rid,
With death and heartache in their waketh,
Nay one is safe but thith’r is one p’rson who is’t can,
Who is’t can cease the t’rment and did rid with mistress abilities.
F’r a price of yond mistress loveth and to trapeth yond gent,
In the Und’rw’rld f’r et’rnity


Translation

An ancient maiden
A-ya
Who is she? Am I really her?
Seeing a feather man, Kalona, calling me,
In my dreams,
Dark as night,
Evil as the Underworld,
Night feather like ravens,
The ancient maiden, a creation,
Am I his a-ya?
His voice heated ice burning with passion who is hidden,
Stabbing with tiny needles in a place where it hurts,
Sweet and kind until his ulterior ego takes hold
A fable reincarnated,
Tsi Sgili Queen is blinded by his power and lust
Like a dog to his master
A bloody dagger
With an army of sons
The power of five possessed by an angel
Witchcraft, blood and power
Years of torture and pain
With a heart of vile ugliness for beauty
Or is it a hallucination from a brain who is sick
But yet I see it again
The same dream or yet
A nightmare
But yet a sacrifice will be offered
A Ghoul will return
A-ya
What comes from the earth must return
The bloody dagger of the survivors
Army of sons
With a world undermined
Of wings and ruin
With death and heartache in their wake
No one is safe but there is one person who can
Who can stop all the torment and ruin with her abilities
For a price of her love and to trap him
In the Underworld for eternity