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It's still Guest Post Weekend on alocovivavoce.com and today's Guest Post is another poem by Yvonne Anyaorah titled THE SUN IN THE SNOW. If you missed her first Guest Post, click the link to read it http://alocovivavoce.com/2015/09/05/the-beggar/.

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Click the link to read Yvonne's poem..

http://alocovivavoce.com/2015/09/06/the-sun-in-the-snow/

Great, ebook publishing or hard copy publishing? Also what genre do you publish because I have a collection of short stories and poems?

I'm in.

With that he dissappeared, leaving Omron more tensed than ever. Why would she want to make moves all of a sudden, what had gotten into her?
His mind made a u-turn to their wedding night, she had been so beautiful and so pure he kept looking away from her as they sat on the bed talking about the wedding precedings. Then she started edging closer till he couldn't take it and explained to her why he couldn't touch her, "I value you as a sister, but not as a lover". He had told her. "We have to stay apart in separate rooms, I don't care about children, but you musn't tell anyone about this, I forbid you from doing so".
Hera had cried all through that night, why did she have to be chosen for such a painful destiny? All her hopes and dreams of having her own family was going to be dashed away by the one man who she thought loved her.
She got up and left to her room the next day and never entered his own, how she managed to endure the pain and neglect was one thing he never understood. She was a strong woman.

He just did not know how he could escape now. The supreme ruler had made it clear that he had to do the deed, when he complained of Hera's menopause he actually thought he would be spared the appalling deed. "It doesn't matter, start what you should have started earlier on". Aravat retorted. "In nine months time a child would be born".
He now heaved a sigh and rested his head upon his hand. He was so engrossed in his thoughts that he didn't notice Uriel was now standing near him.
Uriel cleared his throat.
"Sacred trees!" Omron declared startled, "Why do you always have to do that?"
"Pardon me", was Uriel's reply and took a good look around the throne room, the gaurds were backing the entrance and did not see when he walked in, he did not like to be seen by many people and restricted his presence to mostly only the king himself.
"She will make herself available tonight, make sure you do your duty".
Omron tensed up. Duty? Was that what people actually called it?
"I came just to make you prepared", Uriel said.

Thank you ArrowAssasin and missuniverse, will keep to that OluwabuqqyYOLO
nicholausian hope you are still following?
Please I am typing from my phone so my updates will be in small batches, nevertheless I will be regular.
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Just google each of them. I use mostly worldreader but am not sure I've come across those titles.

Omron sat dejectedly on his throne oblivious of any other activity going on, his thoughts were scattered on many issues, he thought about the attack the Nephilytes had waged on his unprepared people whose only occupation until now was farming, he had never anticipated this all throughout his reign as king, that's because never in the history of the Opharaic realm had there been chaos. When Memron, his father's friend had informed him that Aravat had named him king, he was pleased with himself. "All you have to do is appoint elders to make the rules, name districts, visit families and report back to Lord Aravat." How easy things would have been if it remained that way. Then they imposed on him a wife and told him it was his duty to produce an heir, it was the order of their life they had explained. He decided to ignore their ramblings about an heir, what did he need one for anyway, he never touched his wife for one day, now here he was in a tight dilemna, no child, no peace and a new order from above.

"Miracles do happen my queen, don't let the issue bother you much. Ophar will not be left without an heir", Ashar who was herself above 100 years comforted.
"Of course Ophar cannot be left without an heir, they will probably appoint another man as king after my husband".
"Poo!" Ashar replied with a wave of the hand as she straighthened the queen's hair, "Flaming matchsticks, no one can choose a king except Lord Aravat himself, the uncreatable creator who sets men apart.Now you are still a young woman, we mortals only go to the great beyond when we are 500 years old. You can still give birth, have no fear."
Hera sighed and took a good look at the mirror in her hand, she could have been admiring her hair or assuring herself she was still young. "Its hopeless woman, I have stopped seeing the monthly visitor, no matter how long I live I cannot concieve without it".
"Don't give up, do as I told you, go to the king's room every single night and don't you ever miss a day".
The queen shrugged, she didn't believe.

CHAPTER 2
The Vacancy
Queen Hera was the wife of Omron, King of Ophar. She was a woman endowed with a peaceful disposition and a humble attitude. She was married to Omron on her 20th birthday a year after Aravat had chosen him king. The elders had done the selection and had considered her a good mate for the king. He was 40 when they married and because of their age gap he treated her more like a sister than a wife.
Omron was a 100 years old now, she was 80 and still they had no child.
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Ashar, the old woman who now waited on the queen due to the scarcity of young maidens who had joined their male counterparts for the compulsory military training in Golden realm, was proving to be a very reliable confidant. They had been discussing the political issues affecting Ophar, the underpopulation, the compulsory military training and the necessity of an heir which was not forth coming.
The latter worried Queen Hera most,she was past the age of bearing a child and relished the fact that she may die childless.

Thanks for the advice OluwabuqqyYOLO.

Of course, what else would it be classified under?

More details please.

How about Ramblings of the heart, Words on Gold or Rhapsodies.

How about Ramblings of the heart, Words on Gold or Rhapsodies?

The Origin continued
Omron fell on his face, "May your words come to pass as you have spoken, thank you for coming to the rescue of mere mortals like us."
Omron returned to Ophar and spoke to all the elders in the land, they agreed to send everyone from the age of 15 upwards to the Golden realm to be trained. Everyone except the very old and the royal family remained. Meanwhile, the Nephylites tortured their captives with all sorts of instruments. Those who refused to join their realm were tortured the more while those who agreed out of fear were pardoned and recruited into the Nephylite Army where they were taught mischief, enchantments and wicked acts. They were prepared to go and make war with their brethren, capture them and bring them over to the Evil realm.

Thank you nicholausian, will keep it going by God's grace.

You've got talent, carry on bro. Your writing style is unique and the story is interesting.

I have tried now, you people should like or comment if you find the story interesting so I can continue.

The Origin continued
Aravat had to send his spirits to form a ring of protection over his children so the Nephylites, Azezyat and his evil spirits will not totally annihilate the Opharains.
Then he summoned Omron, "I have chosen you to be the leader of the Opharains, now seeing Azezyat is against your existence, I must prepare you to be able to fight against the Nephylites, choose every young man and woman above the age of 15, let them prepare themselves and appear before my presence, I will endow them with special fighting skills so they can fight against the Nephylites, it will be that every one who reaches that age must come to me to also be endowed with that power to fight, so every one will be a warrior. But as for you and your seed, I will make you a lineage of kings, your sons and daughters will be born with tremendous gifts to be able to lead the people to victory." I will send one of my wisest spirits to dwell in your palace as a priest, he will direct you on what to do".
Omron fell on his face.

The Origin continued
From that time onwards this new breed of people known as mortals occupied the land of Ophar in the Opharaic realm.
Aravat could summon them to Golden realm whenever he choose but they dwelt on their own realm freely; planting crops, giving birth, building houses and multiplying. They had peace and comfort,until Azezyat came to destroy their order of life.

At that time a man called Omron was king of the Opharains, Azezyat wanted to make a pact with him so he could lead all the people to rebel against their father Aravat, Omron declined, he would not revolt against his own divine father who had shown all of them kindness and chosen him to be a leader.
"Then be prepared for war!" Azezyat declared and marched angrily to Evil realm where he summoned his soldiers who were by now skilled in every art of warfare and practiced all sorts of sorceries. They attacked Opharaic realm killing many and taking many hostages.

Aravat had to send his spirits to form a ring of protection upon his children.

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CHAPTER ONE
The Origin

There was a universe that existed in times past when earth was yet without form and void. A ruler governed its affairs, Aravat was his name. He had exceeding powers and created spirit beings who daily he taught the secrets of the worlds. One of the spirit beings, Azezyat, was bored of remaining a servant of Aravat, he longed to have his own realm and be ruler, have his own spirit servants and teach his own wisdom. He corrupted some of the spirits and made them rebel against Aravat, he took 500 spirits and left the Golden realm to the deepest dimensions of the universe to found the Evil realm.

Aravat was furious and with his powers he cursed them that they will never find happiness.

The uncorrupted spirits remained loyal to their creator. Aravat one day decided again to create a new breed of people who will live as kings and not as servants, who will rule on a place called Ophar.