With all the nonsense and gibberish poetry I’ve been experimenting with, I thought I would write a haiku in one of my invented languages: Chyllkrnny
That’s a word with multiple meanings based on context. It can mean chosen, or the chosen, or add an h at the end and it means the chosen ones. It is a magic race of people that live underground, only visiting the surface for certain supplies necessary for magic spells and potions. The story is epic in proportion, and probably too much for me to finish in a single lifetime. It’s another one of those things I’ve set aside. I’ve put the translation below, but I couldn’t quite fit it into haiku without losing essential meaning.
The Cult of Hahn has a significant amount of non-Latin chant in it, i.e. it looks and sounds like Latin, but mostly isn’t. I may post one of the chants at some point. I’ve also written another story (again under an alias) that has significant amounts of another invented language, but the narrator has only been able to figure out a few phrases of it.
On that note, I’m going to be out and about for the next few days, so you may not hear much from me until next week.
I’ve picked several repeat cards today, but this one fits in with the poetry.
Ace of Cups.
Essentially this is the root or the seed of love, and represents new relationships, compassion and creativity.
In the poem, the chosen one feels a deep spiritual love/connection for an outsider, who is forbidden to her. Her penance is to go on a quest for a list of ingredients for a potion, while under the influence of another potion (of forgetting). If she succeeds, she may or may not be permitted her forbidden love. If she can’t find all the ingredients, she will forget her love for him forever.