I have permission from Quinn to post the two poems together so here they are.
A poem written for Octa as a follow up to Kallista's brilliant poem for losing his duel so graciously.
To Mr Octaboona,
Sir Octa of Ambrosius,
Here's a poem I have written,
Although it may not be the choicest.
My rhymes may feel a little off,
And the syllables aren't up to scratch,
But hey, I'm only starting out,
Please remember that.
I'll start pretty simply,
With the topic of 'Who Am I?'
I am just a little girl,
Who wants to learn to fly,
Now if we continue on,
We'll find out something more:
That you need a flying partner,
If you want to soar.
Now I'm asking oh so graciously,
If you'd do me the pleasure,
Of being the one who flies with me,
It would be such a treasure.
We could fly above the moon,
Beyond the stars and sun.
Maybe up to Pigfarts!
Oh wouldn't that be fun!
We could fly up in a rocketship,
Or an aeroplane,
To be honest I don't really mind,
To me it's all the same.
So my purple poet,
Consider my request,
'Cause flying into space with you,
Would simply be the best!
Although I must warn you,
It's not exactly legal.
But this is the price you must pay,
To fly like an eagle.
And now I'm having doubts,
As to whether you'll accept,
My rather wonderful but delusional,
High flying request.
So allow me to convince you,
With a story of what could be,
If you fly up all the way into space,
With the lovely me.
We'd land on Mars with a grin,
Give the students quite a start,
Then we'd say, "Hello there,
Have we arrived at Pigfarts?"
Once this had been confirmed,
We'd feast on Redvines galore,
And arrange a meeting,
With headmaster Rumbleroar.
Then obviously we'd be granted,
An honorary degree,
And an invitation to return,
To teach some wizardry.
A ride on the back of,
The hat and monacle wearing lion.
And then we'd return to the rocket,
Leaving as happy clients.
We could go anywhere,
To the moon or to the sun,
So please do accept my request,
It would be so much fun!
And now I end this letter,
Written out in Louisiana.
Please write back, yours sincerely,
A Magic Beyond All We Teach Here
I accept your gracious offer
Of this wondrous glorious flight
We will always be together
Through brightest day and blackest night
We’d soar throughout the stars
We’d visit every one
And the crimson sphere of Mars
Is where our trip had just begun
With that visit to Pigfarts
But we wouldn’t teach plain old wizardry
Let us teach the greater magics
Those of music and of poetry
Of course we’d ride upon the back
Of lion Rumbleroar
Along with Albus Percival Wulfric
No words can be more meaningful
Than Nitwit Blubber Oddment Tweak
Are any words more beautiful?
More moving? More oblique?
Except for doorknob ankle cold
Those words are rather grand
Though I doubt that anybody else
Will truly understand
And of course we’d fly with golden wings
It’s the best way to glide
The only way to flutter
And the way with the most pride
We’d land upon that sandy shore
The Elvianic Coast
And dance amongst the fireflies
Where the petals are purpler than most
Differences in habit and language
Mean nothing at all
For both are hearts are open
And our aims identical
If you prick us we both bleed
And we both succumb to greed
Our little lives are both rounded with sleep
Our bounties are as boundless as the sea
Our love as deep
I wonder when we’ll meet again?
In thunder, lightning or in rain?
We’d visit the sapphire cascade
And the amaranth shore
The cities of Nuevo Maya
And many places more
For the sky is not the limit
When there are footprints on the moon
We can fly beyond the sun
To Empire Quetzal Acratoon
When you can have all with just a few words
It matters not the goal
It’s the journey that’s required
For the growth of mind and soul
So I’ll fly with you forever
To the cerulean ravine
Or the long abandoned towers
With their glowing pearly sheen
It’s our choices not abilities
That make us who we are
It’s the flying, not the poems
Though my skill with words is great
What matters more by far
Is I chose to be your partner
Who will soar to every star
My first name’s what I do
And my last name’s what I love
Therefore Poet Elviana
Is my actual name, my dove
If I’ve caused you to have doubts
No matter what I do
Remember then, my choice today
I chose to fly with you
For although an end is good to have
My dearest darling Quinn
Though our poems both are over
Let the journey now begin