Tree King Tiryn

By: Fluid Posted on: August 28, 2011

The wise old King Tiryn,
Sat perched upon his throne,
And to his left his blushing bride,
The only love he'd ever known.

But she was still not happy,
As her tear-stained cheeks belied,
She seemed so softly troubled,
By the many times she'd cry.

Good Tiryn asked her of her joy,
"Is this not what you desire?
With servants dressed in liveries,
Such all would love, transpire.

She merely looked at him and wept,
Again, her tears ran down,
And King Tiryn sadly gazed at her,
In a regal, muted frown.

"I give you anything, my dear,
You merely need to ask,
You desire the Tsol'aan wines,
And I shall bring them by the cask.

If you desire finery,
And the jewellers will comply,
They will craft the finest diamonds,
All just to catch your eye.

If you demand the sovereigns,
That are held inside the vault,
Then I shall hand them to you gladly,
If just you tell me what to fault.

Your tears, my dear, they do not fit,
A face as grand as yours,
But if you desire foreign things,
I've a ship to leave the moor.

What happens here, is that you see,
It is your happiness I crave,
And if I can do anything,
So your tears would be forgave...

Well tell me and I shall make it so,
I would pull the heavens close,
So please my dear, shed no more tears,
Let this sorrow now, repose."

At these words, she looked away,
And felt the flowers in her hair,
And gazed out into the treeless view,
As she breathed the balmy air.

She said, "My love, it is not that,
Which I desire from your reign,
You are a most glorious King,
And your ruling, quite urbane.

But this scenery, it pulls my heart,
And I know nothing can be done...
Yet even so, the sadness is,
More heated than the sun.

I miss my home, dear Tiryn,
In the Aureliana where I grew.
The flowers, green and glorious,
The trees, that flowered too.

And as such I cannot overcome,
This sorrow that I feel,
These cobbles cry out painfully,
In a chilling, plaintive peal."

King Tiryn took his good Queen's face,
And held it in his gaze,
He smiled, for he understood,
How to free her from malaise.

And so it came, he made it so,
His most valiant of decrees,
To improve these cobbled vistas,
With Aurelianan trees.

A maple here, a grand oak there,
They began to line the streets,
And on and on, he had them brought,
Until his task was then complete.

For with true love, there is always a price,
As some, more large than most,
Yet no soul then living,
Could compete with such a boast.

And as his stately queen had seen,
This gesture of his love,
Her tears were replaced with joyfulness,
As she sat within his grove.

The maple in the Circle,
The Tree King, now was he known,
Had planted that himself for her,
For the seeds of love, he had sown.

And thus did Ashtan then rejoice,
At this monument for fame,
And thus was named the Aurelian Crescent,
For that is how it got its name.