Jump to content

  • Join Gay Authors

    Join us for free and follow your favorite authors and stories.

Stories posted in this category are works of fiction. Names, places, characters, events, and incidents are created by the authors' imaginations or are used fictitiously. Any resemblances to actual persons (living or dead), organizations, companies, events, or locales are entirely coincidental.
Note: While authors are asked to place warnings on their stories for some moderated content, everyone has different thresholds, and it is your responsibility as a reader to avoid stories or stop reading if something bothers you. 

GA Writing Prompts - 28. # 118 The Elven Lord

# 118
Cue – Myths and Legends
No matter what part of the world you are from there are myths and legends associated with it. Your task is to take one of these creatures from your part of the world and create something new.
A poem based on Erlkönig by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (English translation: Erlking by Okla Elliott) [http://www.percontra.net/17elliot.htm] and with a twist ending.

The Elven Lord

 

Who rides so late through the windy night?
A knight with fair hair and face so bright
His handsome squire is by his side
The two set out for a nightly ride

Why is your face so frightened, my squire?
Can’t you see the Erlking in his dark attire?
With a golden sceptre and a golden crown?
Squire, it’s just the fog rising from the ground

Come, handsome squire, pretty boy
I’ll take you on a ride of joy
Through flower fields and meadows green
I’ll show you things you’ve never seen

My dearest knight, oh can’t you hear
The Erlking whispers in my ear
Dear squire, please stay quiet and calm
The whispering wind won’t do you harm

Won't you come with me, my squire dear?
My daughters are waiting, my daughters are near
They’ll fall in love with you upon first sight
They’ll dance with you all through the night

My dearest knight, oh can’t you see
The Erlking’s daughters are waiting for me
Dear squire, calm, all I can see
Are willow trees in front of me

Rapt with your beauty, I love thee
I will use force, if you won’t come free.
I feel his touch, his breath, my knight
Please free me from his hug so tight

Paralyzed and seized with fright
The squire turns right to the knight.
The valiant hero draws his sword
And bravely kills the Elven Lord

Dolores Esteban
  • Like 1
Stories posted in this category are works of fiction. Names, places, characters, events, and incidents are created by the authors' imaginations or are used fictitiously. Any resemblances to actual persons (living or dead), organizations, companies, events, or locales are entirely coincidental.
Note: While authors are asked to place warnings on their stories for some moderated content, everyone has different thresholds, and it is your responsibility as a reader to avoid stories or stop reading if something bothers you. 
You are not currently following this story. Be sure to follow to keep up to date with new chapters.

Recommended Comments

Chapter Comments

Dolores Esteban
On 04/08/2012 11:19 PM, comicfan said:
Dolores you always take this prompts in new and interesting directions. The elves and their nightly hunts are well known by me. This wasn't something I had expected to see approached, much less by poetry. You did a wonderful job with it, as you always do.
Thanks for reading and your kind comment. I'm glad you liked my attempt at the prompt.
View Guidelines

Create an account or sign in to comment

You need to be a member in order to leave a comment

Create an account

Sign up for a new account in our community. It's easy!

Register a new account

Sign in

Already have an account? Sign in here.

Sign In Now

  • Newsletter

    Sign Up and get an occasional Newsletter.  Fill out your profile with favorite genres and say yes to genre news to get the monthly update for your favorite genres.

    Sign Up
×
×
  • Create New...