1.1 Nilda Meyrick: Poems to Nygarth

These poems were written months ago, I don't know why I never posted it, must have slipped my mind. Nilda's story is far beyond this point by now but I still felt like putting it in here ^_^
What she wrote to Nygarth was about her fear, the strong emotions of first love but the man not being hers at all, Nygarth was engaged to the Queen of Arathor, how could a young insecure girl ever be a match to her?
I'm including his poems aswell, with his agreement of course to post them here. <3
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Nygarth's first poem:


So suddenly ye came into my life,
Changed et an' me ferever,
So why, when I look at ye, do I cry?
About a girl, I can't remember.

I need my child, my one an' only,

Sweet lass, I need ye an' ye need me,
As much as te grass needs rain,
An' te fire needs air, te burn.
Like our Love.

I need my Nilda, to be my one an' only,

I ask myself daily, 'Why me?',
So childishly,
I question meself, an our lives,
How te bigger picture, fits te pieces tegether.

I need myself te be free.

I look inte yer eyes, an' fear resides in yer soul,
Like a deep dark hole,
More temptin' than te Void,
Are we sinners?

I need myself te be me.

Kingdoms,
Queens an' Princesses,
Princes an' wealth,
Means nothin' te me.

I need myself te be with ye.


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Nilda's poem:

You've conquered my heart
Fascinated me from the start.

You cause my blood to race
each time you hold me in your embrace.

For hours I can watch you sleep
Yet in my dreams I weep.

As time passes, I become scared
Don't want to give up times we shared.

What if I cannot let you leave?
After all the love, I fear the grief.

Because you are not mine to claim.
Soon you will return to your real Dame.

I'll be left behind, hurt and lonely.
For you where my first and only.

My fierce and warm-hearted man I hold you dear.
Living without you has become my fear.

Hold me close, dry my tears.
Whisper sweet nothings into my ears.

Let me enjoy the time we have at hand.
Don't get me wrong, I understand.

That you weren't mine, so I was told.
Yet I let this precious love unfold.

I'll stand with you aslong as you desire.
Untill the day that from my arms you'll retire.

Even without you I'll stand strong.
I knew the outcome all along.

My love, my precious "old" man.
Will you be mine for aslong as you can?

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Nygarth's reply:

My dear, ye need nut fear, my arms are yer's te shelter in,
Everyday, every night, fer sure I'm winnin' the fight,
A sad tale, sure is, fer bards te sing an' speak,
But who am I te care?
Fer ye are mine te keep.

Youthful an' nubile, a speaker o'er heart,
Attributes tha' Saihna had, if only at tha' start,
My Shar, My Queen, My Everything. Or so it seems te seem,
Our failed love 'as riddled me, as yer eyes begin to gleam,

Yer sweet taste betwixt my lips,
A subtle shake o' yer tender hips,
As Devils lurk,
A fiesty smirk,
Yer mind inside my mind,

Take my seed, an' try nut te bleed,
Forceful movements, painful deeds.
Our mixed cum an' blood, te beginnin' o' te mess,
As ye meet my thrusts, my demoness,
Te true corrupter o' my soul.
Fer I love ye, an' ye love me.
An' tha' is all, fer tha's our goal.

Alas I cannot 'ope but wonder, as my arm lopes around yer neck,
Is losin' ye or losin' me, a bigger reason te cry 'Feck'?
I cry at times, I know, a wimpish Lordaeronian trait,
Sometimes te road I go down, twists and turns itself te my fate,
With time my tears die down, as only time will tell,
If lovin' ye, an' ye lovin' me, creates a livin' hell,

My quill aside, te pain subsides,
Fer yer asleep now, my dear Nilda,
Asleep tight under te stars,
Yer innocence is guarded,
As yer heart is in my heart.