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By

Edgar R Perez Cordero

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Imperial mantle turn

That you cover without awakening

In the purple nights

Only the cold knows where to be

Moon's brightness

With a silver border

Medal that has the night

And that in the day hides.

The reckless executioner

His rituals prepared

Taciturn he walked

All day long under the sun

Slumped Ivy

That you lie down

He nipped you in the bud

So that you feel nothing

You slide in the seas

That deplete passion

Making the land arid

And killing all illusion

Astral love

That you are at the summit

Cover your wings

With fairy snow

Stray sparrows

Pearly suns

Incautious paths

With melodies of flutes

Tearing shadows on the wall

Leaving yesterday's trace

Our wall collapsed

But the dust of memories was not picked up

Magical crystals

Outdated from time

Ganas in the bed

That stayed in the bed.

Author of the Poem

Alicia Coromoto Jimenez Saravia

©Alicia Coromoto Jiménez Saravia 2015

All rights reserved of this poem belong to its author.

Synopsis: In an impoverished and ruined county, in the high times of the Mediove next to the blue mountains, in the time of the lords of the black river Emirs and Lord of the house of the iron dragon ravaging the land of the centrol. An old Duke is forced to take care of an unexpected granddaughter...

A granddaughter of very particular opinions and actions. When the time of his lordship comes, he gives free rein to all his feelings and thoughts. There, precisely at that moment, the story of this COUNTRESS begins.

Action, adventure, romance, war, warrior,

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2nd Update. March 2018

3rd Update. March 2021

A tale of those times of the lords of the cold desert, the minstrels sang; the plagues devastated villages and the people believed that the final judgment would be at dawn...

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Baimei was rejected and abhorred by her mother as soon as she was born. They were forced to find a peasant woman to nurse her. As time went by, her mother could not bear to see her, she would burst out in a bad mood if she heard even her cry.

Calculations and gossip surmised who might be the bastard's father. The times agreed. It was almost unanimous that it happened at the time of the visit of the Iron Lord's son, when he came to collect the tribute of freedom. He was a strong, handsome man, with a strong look, who had no qualms about showing the desire and the captivating anxiety that he felt when he learned of the fragility and pallor of the young Xu.

Everyone was dissimulating at the protocol dinner, where the bearded warrior looked like an eagle, enraptured in contemplating the silent and frightened countess.

The old count, annoyed and mastering his indignation, dissimilarly sent the girl away. Some coins must have rolled, indicating the location of the room, others to open the door. No doubt the young girl defended herself. No one heard anything and in a deathly silence, at dawn, wrapped in a disdainful smile, haughty in his beauty, the warrior left with saddlebags full of the wilted wealth of the poor village. His disdain and contempt was widespread. At least it was worth the trip.

Xu was cloistered in the part of the convent that was the cellars of the castle, accompanied by 7 old maidservants, and 9 months later Baimei was born.

Xu was never married. ...

She was a willowy and sickly young woman ... .... Who had neither the strength nor the reason to rule the poor and backward fief. Leaving the old Count the difficult task of defending his lands from the cruel appetites of the lords of the desert. They were warriors and lords of the fertile lands, indirect relatives of the fierce lords of the Mali family.

In reality they did not take everything, because they had not yet understood the strategic importance of the counties, also the bubonic plague had kept them conveniently away... If the spring harvests in the north were better, they would surely have them with their hordes of camels and horses.

For the moment the best defense was the lack of water, the starving village of ugly women with no grace to dance or love.

One autumn day Xu dawned with his huge eyes fixed, seeing a sky beyond the roof of his humble room. 9 days of mourning were decreed, the women of the village did not mourn much, for there were not enough coins to go around.