Otters and Elves - Poem for Skipper~Heart
#6 of Free Poetry for Others
This was a long overdue poem written for Skipper~Heart based on her request on this journal: http://www.sofurry.com/view/390983
Her request was: "I want one about a girl who loves someone she can never have. Against all the odds she finds a way to be with him by taking him and killing them both...it being very consentual. Write as much as you want to make it good with a rhyme scheme of abab. If that is acceptable."
This was probably the most difficult poem I have ever written, for I have never taken so long to write a poem. Many times I could whip out a decent one in a matter of minutes, but this one...this was a great challenge.
As a poet, I always restrict myself to keeping the same number of syllables in each line while keeping the second and forth line of each stanza rhyming.
Because she asked for a more challenging rhyming scheme, that's where all of my previous experience sort of fell short-handed, and so I had to retrain myself to work out a fluid stream of thoughts while keeping the rhyme scheme.
So there are exactly six syllables in each line while every other line in each stanza rhymes. This is not as easy as it looks, and to make a whole story in such a way takes patience.
I chose the otter and the elf because, well, the fursona of the fur who requested this poem is a hybrid of the two species, so in order to make this poem more personal for her, I used the two species.
Anyways, enough jabbering.
Enjoy.
There always comes a time When everyone hates you For commiting a crime That indeed was not true.
Whether it be of loot Or a break from the norm, Society's a brute And has a reckless form.
This was the lesson learned By a lonely otter Whom in her heart had yearned For love that could have been.
Ever since the great war Between the otters and Elves, t'was no mercy nor A chance for peace at hand;
But this otter was smart-- A master of calm stealth. How she longed for his heart-- A value beyond wealth.
She could blend with the trees With her tanned-colored fur. Her run--swift as a breeze-- Would be an aid for her
As she would dodge and duck Every arrow and dart Shot by fiendish elves--luck Had seemed to play a part.
After an endless plight Of hiding in shadows, She found her elven knight Waiting by the willows.
The two species embraced-- Otter and elf as one. Her heart became fast-paced As she felt she had won;
But the elves would find them Whether they fleed or not. Their love would only stem Hatred if they were caught,
Yet their love transcended Through life's limitations-- Not even death offended Their covert relations.
With one final breath, she Took his arrow with haste, Sticking it to a tree So the sharp edge was placed
Against her back, right Behind her heart. She held Her elven lover tight. Leaning backwards, she yelled
From the sudden, painful Rush of emotions and tears That poured from her baneful Mind. The lovers' own fears
Of being caught would fade As the arrow plunged through Her beating heart. The blade Pushed out her chest, into
Her elven lover's heart. The dying otter and Her elf would never part Ever again. His hand
Weakly clutched her webbed paw As they stared each other Down one last time. He saw The eyes of his otter
Begin to shut, and so they Shared one last kiss. As elves Arrived, they seemed to fray From the war that--themselves
Had raged for trivial Wrongs blamed on the otters-- Yet did almost little To keep the two lovers
From becoming one with Their hearts connected. And so goes the old myth That love's unaffected
By life, death, or any Obstacle brought forth, for Once two minds are ready, The love lasts evermore.