Berylaini Bastet Mystic Maid of Pi-Beset
“Is Faith the nadir; Fate the zenith,
We mid-heaven eye for God;
Will a butterscotch placebo,
Clanging zill in thrusts to dust
Never fare for intervention,
Clockwork desperate chattel’s lust,
Prayers in vain to saints we named
For finding peas in Freedom’s fraud
While famous nameless shell game dealers
Seal our heels in reels of sod
To glean a stream of adoration
Cogitas ergo sum? and nods.”
The candles played the room in flickers
Scotch annealed, the boy’s mind quickened
Hope from smoke to ember reared.
‘Master clear your wisdom’s dressing
Greif has wearied my perception.
Help me heal my love, Niamh?
Several lives I’d serve in trade,
Best a day she’ll kiss the reaper
Rested in pith by “tin” of spades.”
The Magi sighed, his carriage softened
Love, contagious, warmed his steel.
“Spare your care Maeldun Derry
Fate is but a slate of notes.
Grace’s feather pushes rivers,
Sweeps down mountains, fondres repair;
Movements scored and edits rendered
By the Seraph of Swatara.
There the errors and corrections
Cast effects on time and air
Under hand with Phoenix’s quill
Grace meets Will in Chanticleer.
Berylaini Bestat Mystic Maid of Pi-beset
Sets the present on existence.
Query her for change of scheme
Hence your quest the damsel waits
She could wet the quill to fill her
From the stream of living dreams.”
With map and compass, staff and quiver,
Maeldun Derry kissed Niamh,
Hearty faering used as knarr
Diamond, gilded dragon’s lead
To misty Susquehanna keystones
Saatus Falls, Tioga Chasm,
Up Swatara’s dark escarpment
Through the Forest of Blue Ruin
Chanticleer backed Firebow Bog
Ripe with red, high gladiola’s,
Violent violet Venus’ clutch,
Luscious blazing colors shimmer
Jeweled with half sunk hero’s skulls,
Maeldun was strong and nimble
Clear of sight through glade’s charade
Wading through the forest’s gate
Chartreuse, beryl, jade and olive,
Ocean deep and disconcerting
Fastened to the path was he
By gnashing thorns a crags of brambles
Steady, honed and resolute
Approached a high pagoda steepling
The hallowed hollow Pi-beset.
A bending, leaning shack- ish temple
Shingled planks devise a roof
On ornate cabin trite with whimsy
Cauldron boils in shady glen,
Gnomes in chef wear argue cooking
Halted seconds by his beauty,
Maeldun Derry held salute
Pointed to the door, expected
He gathered up and fixed his question.
Hum bird’s beak stroked door bell’s ring
A pleasant voice spoke close and scared him.
“Come in friend, Maeldun Derry.”
His eyes reached wide as his head bowed
Into the dwarfish timber door
The scale within of Ramsey’s temple,
Ishtar, Oura and Persephone
Were icons next to Maman Brijit
Totems, ivy hugged with ivory
She relaxed; he taken back,
Massaged his eyes to reckon sobered
This raven winged, fair, green eyed Seraph
Lounging on a lion lying.
Beside them stood a fancy desk.
A six foot quill in well, majestic
Coruscate with teal and fire
It held a book a yard square girth.
She beckoned him to kneel before her
Calm compliant he came forth
To take her hand, to kiss its ring
Mael was helpless but to linger.
A tear he shed fell on her wrist
She let one fall beside it, mated.
“Your beauty lends me warmth and chill;
Niamh,” she asked “prompts your urging?”
“Blessed Angel hear my prayer.”
“The book itself notes true prayers rendered.”
“Help me Dame of God I plea.”
“I led you here for this bequeathing
Anxious for your face with glee.
The Metatron brings forth no edict,
Sick with love’s cheap precedent,
Disallows my intervention;
Still I’ve penned a line or two,
Censures causing mountains ripple,
Cripples Will with shock and awe,
Now I find you here delicious,
Relief is her should you concur.”
Maeldun looked up reviving
Hope where only dark connived.
“Yours is now three tribulations
Paid with grief and grim repose.”
She looked into his soul unhindered.
“From birth for this have I arose.
Please Angel set for my Niamh
Any hell I may transgress
Or healthy dragon I may saddle,
Satan’s kiss would be no stress,
Rattle grails for sips to give her
Living bliss and laughter filling
Let me still the reaper’s spur,
Lady work your magic quill.”
Berylaini licked her lips
“Your beauty child and chivalry
Earns my mercy for your sweetheart,
You prevail and she is free.
I will grant three tribulations
Nothing’s free in this hard world.
First a kiss, He reached. She stopped him
Not me child, my kitty Beau.”
Maeldun bowed, lips a quiver,
The lion’s breath was putrid, hot.
It licked him with its face wide tongue,
The boy, haunt blushes stupid, laughs.
The Seraph laughed quite girlishly
“Now that’s a fitting tribute Derry.”
Sailed he then the green crystal sea
To join his father fierce in fight,
Ailill Ochair of Agha slain
Upon the fields ‘fore Dubcluain.
Now vengeance raped his passion’s fury
Rushed to odyssey on tear
Through fire horse and demon’s gauntlet
Isle of Sorrows; gorgon’s stare,
And when at last revenge was minted
Niamh regained his mind
Father dead and payment gathered
To the knarr and crystal brine
Back to Pi-beset he journeyed
One last mystery to endure
Were Berylaini Bastet smiled
“Your absence here bedogged me Derry
Your maiden walks now fresh and free
My intervention stayed her, tempered
Your indenturing is mine
For her long life yours is traded
Reconcile your gift sublime.”
Maeldun Derry crumbled down
His hand on hilt did tremble ready
But stiffened up and wrestled frowns
The contract penned, Niamh sound
His heart beat raw and tender steadied
“Greater love has none than that.”
He knelt; she touched his head and shoulders
There a noble lion sat
Compass, bow and map and quiver
Under Maeldun Derry’s hat
Prostrate, docile takes his collar
She attached a silver chain
“Maeldun Derry, proud arch hero
Fate has always named you mine
Faith and strength and perseverance
Scripts the book with living lines
God has worked through you young Derry
Sacrifice has its rewards
Your Niamh won’t forget you
Let her love repel remorse
Now your honor keeps what’s written
Forever it is yours to keep,
Maeldun Derry sit beside me
Here’s a scratch and kitty treat.
© 2012 Dwayne St. Romain
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