# Warriors Cry

A warrior’s quest to possess and win the heart of the daughter of the lake.

**The Warrior & The Nymph**

https://touchofcinnamon.files.wordpress.com/2014/03/gladiator-06-to-zucchabar1.mp3Music: _To Zucchabar_

**“Flee daughter of the lake, for today begins the battle of all battles,**  
Hide among the shadows and blackened reeds,  
Run from me for a thousand years,  
Drink the air from mine lungs, if thou will,  
But little Naiad, thou **WILL** be mine to possess.”

**No more hidden meanings, a revelation of intent,**  
An absolute.  
A whispered proclamation, not a tentative confession.  
“Little Naiad, thou **WILL** me mine to possess.”  
Relishing the kiss of her scent as she takes flight.

**“Flee daughter of the lake, let the lovers dance begin,**  
Hide among the shadows and blackened reeds,  
Run from me for a thousand years,  
Drink the air from mine lungs, until I am no more,  
But little Naiad, thou **WILL** be mine to possess.”

**No more chivalrous restraint, weapons drawn in pursuit,**  
A crusade.  
Dark pools deplore, echoing out his defiant cry.  
“Little Naiad, thou **WILL** be mine to possess”  
Exquisite is the hunt; delicious is thy resistance.

**“So flee daughter of the lake, the chase almost as sweet as thy submission,**  
Hide among the shadows and blackened reeds,  
Run from me for a thousand years,  
Drink the air from mine lungs, watch me perish,  
But little Naiad, thou **WILL** be mine to possess”

**Find shelter in devotion; the warming kiss from loving lips,**  
An awakening.  
Thou have mine heart, mine blood I spill for thee.  
“Little Naiad, **please** be mine to possess”  
Pallid is mine flesh; fear and pleading fill mine eyes.

**“Don’t flee daughter of the lake, stay close so I might see thee before I cease,**  
Don’t hide among the shadows or blackened reeds,  
Don’t run from me for a thousand years,  
Don’t drink the air from mine lungs, hold me in thine embrace,  
Please little Naiad, be mine to possess.”

**His tender words tumble, creating a breach in her defence,**  
A weakening.  
Reasoning unfolding, his arsenal shattering her sensibilities  
“Warrior man, I **WILL** be thine to possess.”  
Throw down thine arms, cover me in forever and ever words.

**“No more fleeing, daughter of the lake; bind thine wrists together with mine,**  
Walk along the shallows and gilded lilies’s,  
Love me for **TEN** thousand years,  
Kiss sweet breath into mine lungs, I beseech thee,  
But little Naiad, I **AM** thine to possess.”

  1. This is beautiful hun xx

     * Thank you, sweetheart. Something isn’t quite right about it, but my brain was too tired to work out what. I might come back to it when I get the chance. X

       * I often find myself ‘tweaking’ weeks after I’ve written something, women are perfectionists 🙂 xx

     * Replied to your message below (now above) jesus, but for some reason there wasn’t a specific reply button to your last post. I don’t know why. I’m still struggling with the mechanics of using the blog.

*Cause I’m a div*

  2. When I’m full of a particular emotion, certain words fit, but sometimes, in the cold light of day, they seem inappropriate, too mushy or harsh….that’s when I usually go back and alter stuff. Though in this peace, its the old English that has me scratching my head. In places I’ve put thou, when I’m not sure if it should be thoust?

     * Eek! lol I wouldn’t have a clue where to start with old English! You’ve probably already looked, but is there any writing tools out there on the net for stuff like this? xx

       * I haven’t to be honest. I might go have a look and see if I can fathom it. Serves me right for using something I haven’t a clue about lol

         * I’ve got to admit, with this last story of mine, I’ve had to Google ‘crops in Wales’ and Welsh names lol xx

           * All good experience, especially if you’re writing a book. From what I understand, there’s usually lots of research involved in order get the finer details right.

  3. Rather special was that.

     * Thank you Mike. Making slow progress, but enjoying the experience. 🙂

  4. As I am currently suffering from the worst hangover since the fabled Norse hero, Erik The Lush polished off 18 pints of Lady Esquire Shoe Reconditioner I found a number of your fullstops extremely noisy and uncaring..  
That aside it was hauntingly beautiful, made even more so by the piece of music you chose to accompany it.  
Work like yours shines the sweet light of truth on my banal, idiotic, satire and shows it up as the vacuous load of old toot it truly is.  
Wonderful!  
*lights pipe using lighter fitted with silencer and munches ruefully on Alka Seltzer tablet*

     * My noisy’ grammar is pretty poor I’m afraid. Syntax? More like Semtex where I’m concerned….words, comma’s and full-stops exploding everywhere. So please remember to wear your tin hat when you come visiting. I’d hate for you to be harmed by my unruly posts! 😛

Thank you. Your words made me smile and then snigger at your self-inflicted misery. x