|A visit from Flemeth for the holidays|
It's goofy, but I hope you enjoy...
Note 1: I have been schooled that I should have used Satinalia, not Wintersend here, but I still think "Wintersend" sounds better. Oops! Oh well.)
Note 2: I've broken up the poem thematically if clunkily, so it's easier to read—it's just meant to be a fun exercise so I'm totally not keeping things formal, here...
A Visit from Ashe'bellanar (The Night Before Wintersend)
'Twas the night before Wintersend, and all through the Keep
Not a creature was stirring, all Skyhold asleep!
A stillness and silence filled all Herald's Rest
While up in the Rookery ravens did nest
Both mages and templars were snug in their beds,
As gingerbread Fade spirits danced in their heads
Meanwhile, up in my quarters, in halla PJ's
I'd just gone to bed for the first time in days,
When out on the steps there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my Free Marches bed -- "What's the matter?"
Then I ran to my balcony quick as a dance
Just hoping that I wouldn't see Corypants
The moon on the battlements shone with a glow
Gave the luster of Veil-Fire to objects below
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a dragon and sleigh, it was actually here!
As it circled, it changed, and then oh, Maker's Breath,
I knew in a heartbeat that this was Flemeth!
More regal than gods with her Hair Horns of Awesome
Her armor with touches of Arlathan blossom
"Now, Solas, now Seeker, now Varric," she called
"Now up, Iron Bull, Sera, Vivienne and Blackwall!
Get you up Leliana, and Josie, and Cullen
I bring Wintersend cheer, so you'd best not look sullen!
Up, Inky and Cole, and up, Dorian, boo!
And oh come all ye Chargers, and Maryden, too!
Sutherland and Scout Jim, come away from your stalking
I've got trinkets galore, so you better get walking!
But I won't wait forever, I've got things to do!
I just thought that I'd stop with a present or two.
So come down now to greet me or off I will fly!"
And so downstairs we tumbled, with our hair all awry.
And there in the courtyard, she stood with her sleigh
And eight tiny halla, already munching some hay
With a big bag of presents, at least twelve feet tall
She handed them round to us, Chargers and all!
There were goodies and treats and delectable things
And funny gifts too, like small toy nugs with wings
There was cocoa for Bull, and a dragon-tooth pile
That was perfect for weapons or one kadan's smile
Plus a fine quill for Varric and a barrel of cider
A beard kit made Blackwall give Flemeth a blush
As he'd never seen anything nearly as plush
Fine thieves' tools gave Sera new chances for mayhem
And a fresh deck of cards tempting those that would play them
A new Swords and Shields to thrill Cass with each word
Plus new lute strings for Maryden's unsecret chord.
For Dorian, some fine ancient tomes of enchantment
To inspire him to further magical advancement
There were new paints for Solas in colors divine
And glasses just perfect for sweet elven wine
There were bangles and lutestrings and slippers for Leli
And tea cakes for Josie with Antivan jelly
There were potions for Inky and salve for the Mark
And an elfroot bouquet for when times got too dark
Then for Cullen a how-to on quick roof repair
And a silverite brooch for one Madame de Fer
For Lace Harding some beautiful blooms to bemuse
And bright armor for Sutherland's personal use
For gruff Cabot some barrels of Orlesian mead
While new runes gave Dagna the magic she'd need
There were new raven cages for Plucky's elites
New blankets for Schmooples and dracolisk treats
Plus a barrel of mint to make cats play with zeal
And cheese to give mice a more sumptuous meal
The bag it was endless and obviously magical
Filled with fine gifts and not one of them tragical
For Skyhold's found family it was a delight
Filled with comfort and joy (and no plaidweave in sight!)
And then giving a nod and a wink from her eye
Flemeth leaped to the sleigh and then took to the sky
The Skyholders all cheered as the Witch took a lap
Round the battlements high where the brave banners flap
Observed Dorian, "The magisters had up their sleeves
Rare spells such as Flemeth has shown us this eve."
Yet as the sleigh vanished ('twas just before twelve, then)
She called back, "It is not Tevinter, but elven."
So let us heed Flemeth's wise seasonal call
And cry, "Happy Wintersend!" and ar lath ma to you all!