Rheodad Forest

By: Elynsynos Posted on: June 21, 2004

RHEODAD FOREST: My Journey

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SONNETS OF THE EARTH:

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Upon my back, young Elynsynos trod,

Through the dark Rheodad, howling winds,

Permanent snow hindered fallen trees rot,

Yet still she stood and persevered to win.

Hounding mosquitos bite, snap painfully,

Unawared, she walked, towards chilly sea,

Sapphire opened its great ocean gaily,

Whipping winds stunts trees on me, she did see.

My own western face, recently suffered,

For the wrath of LOrd Vastar's stormclouds came,

Chilling, shaking, my precious dear trees scarred,

Pleading, helpless, but 'tis nature untame.

And watching from the afar tree, she rose,

Silent, observing, young Elynsynos.

To the cabin she went,

In the middle of my forest,

The dark cabin, lonliest,

That belonged to Fratley Crescent.

Within the cabin she found,

A totem with a butterfly and an open eye,

A stick man and three closed eye,

Tuned to Fratley Crescent's sound.

And outside around,

She found many totems of important matters,

Oakstonetuned with a rune of an open eye,

A bell that sounds,

A butterfly that glitters,

And three runes of closed eye.

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BALLAD OF THE AIR:

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Whipping about, pass the lone Fir,

I descended upon Rheodad fierce,

Through the Spruce trees,

Twice size of man, fallen, rotting with flees.

Approaching the inner howling forest,

Aldar, Aspen marked my passage fastest,

And upon the inner forest I arrived,

Greetings from Spruce and Birch who survived.

A lone pine, in a clearing,

The marked my past passage,

And lo! A youngling!

Coming to observe and forage.

And my mind pricked with mischief,

For what is more irresistable than an innocent novice!

I flew and knocked a tree leaf,

To announce to novice the falling tree...I miss!

She merely stood, brushed off grass and plant,

Continued inspecting the myrrh and lobelia wildflowers,

Climb the Red Elm tree, and looked at the Ginseng plant,

And sniffed at the purple cornflowers.

Oh, my fury building, thwarted by a youngling,

I pulled at the tall mushrooms littered all over,

Blew with my greatest might smiling,

At her face, the mushrooms flew and cover.

A calm wipe of the hands,

Her composure yet I haven't shattered,

Roaring aloud over the lands,

My efforts have hardly mattered!

Then she disappeared, through the undergrowth,

Peering here and there I saw the hidden room north,

A Shattered Shrine surrounded by aspen trees,

Unnaturally silent, no animals or buzzing of bees.

Grand carvings of wolves, tigers, and hunters so frightless,

The youngling, knelt with respect, silently,

My heart was softened, reluctantly.

She honoured,

What I honoured,

The nature, Demeter and Lupus,

We are one, nature and elements...us.

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FREE VERSE OF THE FIRE:

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I let my warmth seep

Through the air,

But bitten back by

The morning's chill air, and I

Can only watch.

The one I watch,

Lived there for centuries

Before many and turned

Bitter, unknown and

Withdrawn from civilization.

Theron, Keeper of the Rheodad,

Dark haired and

Piercing eyes,

Grim and determined,

Roaming forever.

Elynsynos, Sylvan Daimone,

I watched as she encountered

Theron for the first time.

He, not knowing her,

Raised up his arms,

Called down lightning,

And poor Elynsynos,

Ran away with fright.

I sent warmth to comfort,

Yet I was not the first,

Rheodine hares and grey forest lynx

Swarmed towards her.

Chipmunks, hawks, ravens, crows,

Call out in symphony.

At last she stood,

Summoned her courage,

Continued probing

For secrets

Into Rheodad.

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VERSE OF THE WATER:

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My waves lapped over,

Drenching rocks and crags,

While silent watching,

A lone figure walk,

Down my spine to me.

I swirled, west of her,

Coming from forest,

While otters, seabirds,

Loons and more chirp on,

Adding to my song.

I am the Sapphire,

Great ocean, cold wind,

The cliffs are no match,

My waters beat them,

Relentlessly on.

Upon the rock cliffs,

The Hawthorn plants sway,

The bayberry tree rocks,

To my soft rythme,

Endless in its beat.

Young Elynsynos,

disappearing in,

I must change my place,

To follow her steps,

Through to Rheodad.

Ripple silently,

As I creeped into,

Salt marsh to the east,

Following her stpes,

Stop as I glimpse her.

Sitting by the rock,

Her back turned to me,

She touched the cohosh,

Bellwort wildflower,

And the pickly ash.

The small shruvs behind,

The tall trees as well,

Sways more violently,

To the symphony,

Of both me and air.

Small watery marsh,

Is what stands between,

Me and mother Earth,

Rheodad Forest.

My limit is here.

I swirl back slowly,

Shipwreck off the coast,

So invitingly,

Beckons to me now,

As the tides roll in.

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THOUGHTS OF ELYNSYNOS:

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Haunting and eerie, Rheodad forest is far from paradise. It is not like the other forest in the respect that it has the violent prospect of it here. But personally, I think this forest portrays nature to the very basics, and depicts it the best. It shows the balance of nature. It gives life, and yet can also take away life. This is directly presented here in Rheodad by the soil, and earth giving life to the trees and plants, while the chill wind can take it away. It shows that we can never forget about the other side of Nature. Treating her with respect, is imperative.

In my opinion, Rheodad is also far more adventureous. Getting struch by Theron's lightning, sucked dry by mosquitos, hit by falling trees, and falling off cliffs (breaking both legs) is actually quite interesting. Everything we do in life, we learn from, and after falling down the cliff twice, I managed to cross the crags without falling the third time. I think Rheodad has much to teach us, if we would only listen to its callings and silent howls of the wind.

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