Son of 6 word story -- 6 (or less) lines of 6 words each

[Sephiroth]

Limpid Apsu is the sweet water,
Salty Tiamat is the bitter water.
In the mingling of the waters,
There arose the land of Dilmun.

Dilmun, the land of the living,
The place where the sun rises.

 

[Wybren]

sweet song birds linger ever long
In the lofty forest berry bushes
darkness approaches, bringing terrors of night
To late! caught by the shadows
lost to us for ever more

 

[Wiglaf]

How many came to the field?
How few of the brave left?
Many heroic deeds will be remembered.
Yet, none can claim a victory.
Tonight the survivors do their mourning.
Tomarrow they fight again to live.

 

[Talysia]

I love the Autumn ones!

Belief suspended, great enchantment surrounds me.
I walk in an unnatural realm.
Magic abounds here, as do fairies,
Elves, pixies, and other ethereal creatures.
Delicate and otherworldly, I am entranced,
So that I question even reality.

 

[Giovanna Clairval]

Light-footed, she enters the joust
and wawes her weapon of red,
'cause kill her foes she must.
Has everyone else gone to bed?

 

[Wiglaf]

Eyes blinking, my haevy head nods.
It is time to fall asleep.
Wee Willie Winkie won't shut up.
We know all should be asleep.
It is him keeping us up.

 

[Giovanna Clairval]

But as she is turning, alas,
a knight with a terrible frown,
gallops up at her, and does
throw a secret weapon: she’s down.

 

[Giovanna Clairval]

Arise, my fair lady, I pray.
I would never dream to slay
such beauty in a sunny day.
Arise! Now I am your prey.

 

[Giovanna Clairval]

"What have you done, drunken lout?"
The knight now weeps and repents.
And as his knees, trembling, bend,
The beauty his heart rips out.

 

[Jarshen]

There is no time like now,​

To say these words of pain,​

But your red lips have parted​

And I must fill them again.​

So the words are not spoken​

That make us broken-hearted.​

 

[Talysia]

Brittle ice encircles the frozen lake
At the centre of her domain.
Deep snow surrounds her pale castle.
She sits in stately chill within,
Crowned and garbed in frosty white.
The Cold Lady of the North.

 

[Jarshen]

I could not stop for death,
So he invited me to tea,
The table held but just one cup,
Unwashed, from what I could see.
Thirsty, I picked it up anyway,
But it wasn't meant for me.

Nod to Emily Dickinson.

 

[Jarshen]

A small frame, heavy with death,
He lingers by the open door,
Inside, the guests are not speaking.
At least, not loudly, any more.
Sobbing, he catches her last breath
As it drifts to another shore.

 

[Talysia]

I'll try an Autumnal one of my own.

A leaf falls and floats down
Into her outstretched and waiting hand.
Pleased with the many different hues,
She watches the familiar forest change.
A final show of glorious colour
Before the winter snows inevitably arrive.

 

[Sephiroth]

Immortal Ziusudra, bearded, old and grey,
Sent to dwell in Dilmun, far away.
Gilgamesh crossed those waters of death,
Searching for the secret of everlasting breath.

 

[Talysia]

A curl of brimstone tinted breath.
An eldritch spark of burning fire.
To the unwary, it means death
To brashly wake a dragon's ire.

 

[Teresa Edgerton]

An old drowned ship sinking deeper
Rooting itself in the sandy floor
The wood is blackened, briny, rotten
Why then these sinuous necrotic branches?
These blooms of coral and pearl?
Something strange is growing down there ...

 

[Talysia]

It soars effortlessly across the skies.
Grace incarnate, on delicate white pinions.
The legends tell of such birds
That carry our souls to their rest.
What stories could they tell us?
What souls have they carried over?

 

[Teresa Edgerton]

Winter's hag walks in frozen woodlands
A face like old, cracked ivory
Hair a nest of broken twigs

 

[Teresa Edgerton]

The moon sails on vacant seas
Trailing bright stars in her wake