I might be insane, but the place I feel most at home is a world I made up over a couple decades of creative writing. Hmmm…

(for hour 24—prompt: the place I feel most at home; here’s a poem from the history of Onweald)

 

How the Ferweard Fair Straits Formed Between The Southlands

 

In the days when Ella joined Mahriket

And the gods could bask in her grace

The generous Goddess Katherine Fair

Voluntar’ly stepped down from her exalted place

 

Katherine sighed upon The Southlands’ war

Within her heart shook to breaking

Over decades of sons lost of mothers

And daughters who morn widowed queen

 

Katherine sought no champion to join her

With tones of love filled inflection

She bowed to ask Old Rothahn’s favor

Taking twelve centuries of perfection

 

To the city beyond the Freotho

Where she wove spells of such power

No man could withstand or behold

The princesses, goddess, felled palace tower

 

Fueled by her heart, fueled by her love

Her final act put all geasa in motion

The followers of Lorena and those of Lenora

The waves parsed in two, separated by ocean