Chapter 1 - Ravings From A Mad Woman
Submitted November 13, 2005 Updated November 13, 2005 Status Incomplete | She's crazy and locked in a cell in the 1600 or 1700's. She talks to weird things that most people wouldn't talk to. Um, this is written in old English, so it may be a little confusing.
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Chapter 1 - Ravings From A Mad Woman
Chapter 1 - Ravings From A Mad Woman
Ravings from a Madwoman
Oh, how is it I may live with what I have done. For my love, my one who is mine, I have killed. Oh, woeful, woeful day! I will not live with myself, with what I have done. Oh, now this day, the wrenched, wrenched day, the cursed day, for the sun rises, and I have seen what I have done. Oh, this begotten day! Why am I still here?! Should I not be dead?! For I have killed my love! Oh, what have I done?! Why did I do this to my love?! Why did no one stop my hand from flying?! Oh, wrenched people! You let me kill my love! How dare you?! You let me kill my love! Oh, my love!
Oh, birds, why is it you still sing? Do you not know my love lay dead? Oh, wind, why is it you still whistle? Do you not know my love lay dead? Oh, children, why is it you still laugh and play? Do you not know lay dead? Oh, sun, why is it you still shine in the cloudless blue skies? Do you not know my love lay dead? Oh, water, why is it you still trickle down the mountainsides? Do you not know my love lay dead?
Sweet moon, shall you speak to the heavens, and ask it to raise my love up from the dead? For, goddess moon, you understand. Do you not.... What! Shall you not ask for my love to be raised up! Oh, dare you, goddess moon, are no better than anyone else! For, goddess moon, you shall be sorry for what you have done unto me! Oh, goddess moon, I feel sorry for you... you have crossed my path. Oh, goddess moon.
Oh, mire earth, who opened up and swallowed up my love! Will you not give him back?! Oh, mire earth; do you not see how much I miss my love?! Oh, mire, mire, bloody earth! Let me have back my love! Oh, it is him, mire earth that makes me whole! Oh, woe you mire earth!
Oh, scalding fire, will you not burn the mire earth, so that I may take back my love? Oh, scalding flame of fire! My love I need. Please, I beg unto you, Oh scalding fire! Oh, fire; set free my love from his prison of ground! Oh, scalding fire, surly you have lost many a' loves! Oh, fire, see, my love I need! My love is to be by my side! Not in some prison'd encasing of earth! Oh, scalding fire!
Oh, harsh ice, will you not talk to the goddess moon, the mire earth, and the scalding fire, so as I may reunite with my love?! Oh, harsh and freezing ice! You are the last one, oh harsh ice, that will hear my pleas! All other have turned me down! Oh, harsh, freezing ice! Will you not answer me?! Will you be like all the others who have ignored me?!?! Will you be like them?!?! Or will you help me?!?! Will you answer my pleas to rise up my love from the dead?!?!
No, for you shall be like the goddess moon, the mire earth, and the scalding fire! You shall be like them! And when, oh goddess moon, mire earth, scalding fire, and harsh ice, I retrieve my love from the depths of hell, I shall come for you! You have ignored me when I needed you! Oh, goddess moon, you shall fall! Oh, mire earth, you shall crumble! Oh, scalding fire, you shall smoke and spew your embers! Oh, harsh ice, you shall sweat yourself away! Oh, how dearly you four shall pay!
But until the, Oh goddess moon, Oh mire earth, Oh scalding fire, Oh harsh ice, I shall sit here, in my own little room, rocking back and fourth, and laughing to myself about the revenge I shall have on you!!!
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Bix on March 10, 2006, 10:42:46 AM
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After studying documents of people who went man in the time period from which this is from, I have come to find that, because of their madness, they no longer knew the proper wording at the time, therefore the were reduced to a "simpler" style where thee, thou, hast, and suchthelike made no sense to them. Also, I figured that I would post this even though it is extrememly old, so I went back and made it a little more easy to understand to begin with. As installments come, they will increase in literary difficulty. Lord_B on February 26, 2006, 5:14:09 AM
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This is awesome. I wish more people would write in this style. But's it not Old English.. just kinda 19th century Romaticism almost. It's not even in Middle English actually...You should probably use words like Thee and Thou, and that likeness, and not words like You.
theWriter on February 18, 2006, 4:29:14 AM
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You're welcome. Trust me, I know the sad feeling from people not reading my stuff. It's a bummer.Off topic, Poe is very cool. However, though you're a great writer, I doubt you could beat Poe. No one really can. But, more power to you. ;)
Bix on February 10, 2006, 10:19:09 AM
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Hey everyone. I know that this may not seem like it's in Old English now, but as future installments appear from the bowles of my twisted little ponderings, they will progress into a more complicated language; however, don't let that stop you from reading. I promise quality work (depending on what you think). Also, many thanks to the Writer for his or her comment. Not many people read (or comment) on the poetry part of this site. Thanks so much for your feedback.
I happen to love Poe - he's one of my favorite authors and I vie greatly to outdo him at one point in time. Let me know how I'm doing!
Thanks!
Love ya all
~Bix
theWriter on February 10, 2006, 7:40:58 AM
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It's not EXACTLY written in old English...rather, more complicated and sophistique language from what we're used to today. This strongly resembles Edgar Allen Poe in the woman's rantings, her scorns of nature for not realizing her loves death. It flows incredibly well, and I cannot find a fault with it. Great job.