In response to
Tristan's poem " A Lady Too Much Desired"
It isn't perfect, the meter is off and the words need some tweaks. But it gets the point across. Read his first, then mine. His is the FAR superior poem
As I walked among the mists
Chanting songs of old
I happened on a gallant knight
His armor shiny gold.
He bothered not to ask my name
Or come down from his steed
He raised his sword as if to pledge
His life to only me.
I went alas, to ask him down
To hold me in his arms
When forward came a darker knight,
Bent on doing harm.
They battled to,
They battled fro,
They battled high
And lo, they wouldn't stop to hear
My protests shouted into the air.
They died there in the silent mist
A tangle of metal, blood and bone
Single body on the mossy ground
And left me all alone.
I’ll weave flowers through my hair
Sing dirges for the knight
I'll snuggle next to empty air
In my bower late at night.
Comments (6)
@TM_Tamish - shucks. Wasn't anything.
How sad. I dream of a "Gallant knight" to whisk me off on a a white horse into a wistful night..Blessings
@AngieGandy - don't we all?
Don't sell yourself short, Darling. Your poem is excellent. I've been reading your book and I'm absolutely blown away by the strength of your words.
@SaadiaOnline - those words were my lifeline, once upon a time. I am so glad you are liking it!