Octa's Poem and A Magic Beyond All We Teach Here

So the first poem was written by Quinnera Elviana here and the second poem was written by me (Octaboona) here.

I have permission from Quinn to post the two poems together so here they are.

Octa's Poem

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,
Quinnera Elviana.

 

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

Brian Dumbledore

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

Elviana Quinnera

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