Wylder's Random Stuff

[Wylder Treejumper]

Well, let's see. I have now written a few random things. For example, half (beginning and end) of an epic poem, a few traveling songs, short stories, stuff like that. So, Here is my random topic for random stuff I make. Got any requests? If so, I'm so busy I probably won't be able to do anything for you.

But, I'll do my best.

[Wylder Treejumper]

Lay of the Ottermaid

Partial composition

Isabelle the ottermaid
Picked flowers by the sea,
The Lilly and the Marigold,
The delicate Pansy,

For that day she would come of age,
Within that very hour,
And for the celebration then,
She chose her favorite flowers.

When she looked up, to her surprise
She saw a ship that rested
Upon the sand down on the shore
Near by the waves that crested.

She lay her flowers down and ran
And climbed aboard the ship,
And all around the tokens lay
Of its fateful final trip.

The hull was stoved, the rudder snapped,
The mast was broke in two
And on the deck no vestige lay
Of the fated former crew.

As Isabelle began to leave
She heard a quiet groan,
From underneath the ship's main deck
Came somebeast's pained moan.

So Isabelle climbed down below,
And soon she found the source,
A grievous wounded otterlad
Who'd groaned 'till he was hoarse

Then Isabelle did bring him home
And laid him in her bed,
She pulled her blanket o'er him,
Laid her pillow 'neath his head.

She cleaned his wounds and bandaged them,
She toiled long and hard,
And while she nursed and cared for him,
She sang her favorite song.

The remainder of the lay tells of the romancing of the otter Coram to Isabelle. The lay closes with the final lines of the tragedy:

Then Coram got down on one knee,
Asked her to be his wife,
To share with him the calms and gales,
The swells and troughs of life.

Isabelle blushed tenderly, and
Took his paw in hers, and
Said she would be honored if
He'd join his life with hers.

Then did Coram pledge his love,
But pled his holt's consent.
So Isabelle, she watched him go,
And waved him as he went.

So Isabelle climbed up the cliffs
Above the windswept shore
And sang her song as he sailed off
To return never more.

For on that night a storm blew in,
A violent, sweeping gale,
That threw waves this way and that
As northward Coram sailed.

Isabelle the ottermaid
Picked flowers by the sea,
The Lilly and the Marigold,
The delicate Pansy,

It's been a hundred years or more
Since Coram sailed away,
But Isabelle waits for him still
Down to this very day.

For if you mount the cliffs above
The windswept shore below,
This song you'll hear as through the rocks
The mournful wind doth blow.

[Wylder Treejumper]

Traveling Song

When the grass is greening in the valley,
And the river rushes down below,
You will find me singing as I wander,
I'll go where'er I want to go!

For the snow is white
And the grass is green
And the water's bluer than the sky
And the stream flows down to the sea below
And I think, yes, I think so will I.

Editors note: Unfortunately, I can not include music with these selections.

[Lady Ashenwyte]

Nice! I like ballads that are tragically good.

[Russa Nodrey]

Awesome, totally awesome!