Lament For Jesan

                    Sing I the steel of Jesan of Darkmountain,
                    Youngest and fairest of all that fierce Clan.
                    Widely He wandered, alone in His silence,
                    Far from His Family in wild Torvaldsland.
                    Seeking serenity, long would He linger
                    Watching by waters, and sweet was His song,
                    Steady His gaze, and His voice ever gentle;
                    Peace was His path, though His sword-arm was strong.
 
                    Loving and loyal, His peace He abandoned -
                    Deep His devotion, His honor unstained -
                    Bravely He battled, one blade against many,
                    Counting no cost then, to keep One unchained.
                    Dead are the foemen He fought in the forest!
                    Struck down in strife the Renunciate fell.
                    Sorrow and praise for Jesan of Darkmountain
                    Sing I, His Sister, who loved Him so well.
 
                           ( c. 1999 Jessadriel Darkmountain)

The air is crisp, i feel so light
there are three moons shining above..so bright
where am I...this place is new
how did I get here, I haven't a clue
this place is different, a primitive land
I try to rise, I can not stand!?!
what are these chains that hold me tight
and who are these men that cause me such fright
why do they look at me in such a way
I must get away, they can't make me stay
I think to fight and raise my cries
the kiss of a whip convinces me other wise
I kneel before them in a position they force
they laugh down at me with no remorse
I'm forced to beg, feed and heel
I'm collared and branded and taught to feel
Now I serve..men at their feet
I fetch their paga and serve them bosk meat
I am eager to please and try always to obey
"La Kajira" are words I now happily say

~kristea~

A simple smile

Those who know her, know what she is.
Each day brings questions, her belly a quiz.

A trip to the bank or the grocery store
. A man smiles as she holds open the door.

Does he see the belly that tingles inside?
Or the gorean beliefs she strives to abide?

Meeting the stares of girls in denial.
Her presents a threat to their survival.

Men smile at her simplicity
. the girl by his side, glares, refusing to see.

As she passes, she hisses,'You slut."
Shocked by a smile, her words tried to cut.

cynthia