Epitaph to the Sun

Author: Larq a'Guairen do Ahvriny and her kith, al'Laine Aranielle id Larq
Disclaimer: Farscape and its characters are owned by Jim Henson, The Hallmark Network, and the Sci-Fi Channel. The Opaldoran text, though, is mine. No infringement is intended.
Rating: G
Category: Drama, Poetry
Feedback: Friends, enemies: Send your comments or constructive criticism to larq003@hotmail.com or to allaine003@hotmail.com. Do make them constructive. I love a good argument.
Summary: A poem, though short, that I hope would be worthy of its task: as an epitaph or elegy.
Spoilers: Die Me Dichotomy, though not much, since everybody knows what already happened.
Archiving: =) I'd be honored to have this posted wherever you fellow Scapers wish. Though, I'd appreciate it very much if you would tell me where it is so that I'd have a little peek.
Dedication: To Aeryn Sun, for her nobility, courage, and heart. May she rest in peace and in her time, take her place amongst the stars... This is also dedicated to Claudia Black (for the second time!) for her talent and effort in breathing life to a most loved character. Peace, joy, and prosperity to you.
Author's Note: This was originally a Literature homework. It was integrated into another person's essay test and quite miraculously, made its way here...as Aeryn's epitaph. All hope is not lost and in a world where we're 10 episodes behind, I thought it proper to offer a piece of our state of ignorance...or bliss, really.

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Epitaph to the Sun
Sun rei Kailaris

Gracious heart that beats beneath this glebe
Created furrows in beaten sand
Of volum'nous souls that walk the sieve
To wrap sweet blankets about the land...

Oh soul who passes Helios' fire
Thy breath beginning heaven's cry
Feed not on this god's licking ire
Yet smile thy face 'gainst Neptune's sigh

Hence weave your eyes to close their light
Let liquid stain thy blushing cheek
Let lips murmur their sad delight
Let ears congeal the mortal creek

With listless smiles that touch thy lips
Do lay thy head on beds above
Let not strife nor storm touch ships
That bear the gold-wrapped gifts of love

Yet god of cries unliving stole
Bore wretched holes on vessels 'ere
Took on the thief's malicious role
To take thee up to the gods so dear

Now veils of black do wrap the heads
Of priests that knelt before thy shrine
Wails escape and Diana sheds
Her lustrous bow of god divine

'Ere brave tigers tarry in your frown
For thou hath stolen Her noble wreath
Thou hath placed it on thy noble crown
Without word nor embrace of thy sheath

(Then Sun doth seal her fervent breath
With Death's sickle 'gainst moonlit night
We bid farewell to depth and breadth
Of her life's road and transient flight

And though she fought persistent fate
To lay her hands on pain compressed
With hope to stand before God's Gate
With laughter, grief was then suppressed)

So we, the beholders of thy fate
Do pound wretched breasts with sullen grief
That tell of sorrow thou wilt sate
When thine eyes bear life for our relief

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Elkieri rovianne icht wier mallis...
The end is but the beginning...

-The End

Ravings from the Author: VERY IMPORTANT!

A little note to all my Farscape-ey friends...I love you, people! Keep up all the good work! Continue with the web pages, conventions, fan fiction, HARD WORK, et cetera, et cetera...us fans feed on that stuff =) Mwehehehehe! Thank you!

Scapers...live on =). This poem is also dedicated to you. (Ha! And you thought I'd forget, didn't you?! *Grin!* Save the best for last =P)
Hope you liked it!
Many thanks to Katie-watie an' Potter's Gurl.