(for Onweald)
By Sandy Lender
Mellada glides through the halls of the hiding
Searching the quiet and with her time biding
Her women in waiting are noiselessly crying
Under the thundering of crashes subsiding
The walls of the halls with seawater dripping
Sheltering, sweltering, saps strength from the living
But Mellada’sures them, with comforting smiling
The stones of the crone all beguiling with scrying
None see the wink, the blink passing slyly
‘tween crone and queen for the calming of lying
Searching the quiet, preparing morn’s breaking
Dreaming is passing with sighing and waking
There is calm in resigning, a peaceful abiding
Finding new life in declining the fighting
Their warriors’ deaths on the wind news is blowing
Chiming and banging, the death tolls extolling
The clanging with sunrise outside the hall’s hiding
Alarms and disturbs with a dragon force flying
The wind of his wings crashes boulders high piling
And blocking the holes to the halls of the hiding
Mellada sings through the halls of the hiding
Her voice lowly mewling from shadows soft spreading
Her women in waiting like whispers receding
Till oceans of time with their gods they’re pleading
A hush lines the still dripping halls of the hiding
Where Mellada died with her women in waiting
Their souls washed with mem’ries of saltwater sinking
And ocean rocks filt’ring their bones for the seining
