64 Pony Poem (1/2)

”The man's new kin were not the sort he sought;

advice of kings became too hard to find.

The fair one's kind were on the side she fought;

the hair she chose had weighed upon her mind.

The land of Owen has traveled to its heart.

The snakes combined to make a cat of strife.

The green bough grew in shadow and apart,

And found in Delphi an unlikely wife.

When wood and wild beast were pushed aside,

'tween sword and cloud the battle lines were drawn.

The tide of war had turned upon a pride,

and whether bonds of flesh and past stay sworn.

The champion on unicorn is mounted.

Where rideth she, all trials shall be surmounted.”

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Nelda peered through her pounding headache at the smeared words on the paper that Phyllis was holding rather closely in front of her face.The results were really not worth the effort. She lay back in the cool grass.

[Fuck me. What's that meant to mean?]

[Is that a sonnet? Like the Shakespeare kind?I don't think the iambic whatch-a-ma-jigger is quite right. How does it go? Ba bum, ba bum, ba bum, ba bum, ba bum, ba bum….]

[The man's new… whatever.No idea.King?Do we know anything about kings?]

She plumbed her memory to see if it offered any clues that might unlock the meaning of the cryptic verse.