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|Another poem I came up with a long time ago and just finished recently. It's a bit more of a story than my other ones.||
Through the wood and over the slumbering mountain
Atop the hill before a whispering fountain
Stands the castle, forlorn above the empty plain
Silent now that there is no one to hear its cry
Once there were many that came to stay within me
And to praise my gracious lady; how good was she!
But that was before the coming of her greatest enemy
When still her golden laughter through my halls did fly
He came first to us as a friend and not as foe
An enchantment of awe upon us he did throw
We knew neither where he came nor where he would go
We knew only that he passed us laughingly by
In the guise of a wizard bound in enchantment
He offered to perform for our entertainment
Who can say if his offer was truly meant?
Or if it was a carefully concealed lie
We found out quickly what his smiles really did hide
Jealousy drove him; time he did carefully bide
Upon us an unspeakable menace he cried
And whispered with a cold smile for us to die
Caught unawares we fell as any other would
One by one he killed us all just because he could
Fighting to the end but wondering if we should
Because our lady we were watching slowly die
My bones of stone and sinews of steel feel the bite
The wind mourns its way through me in the night
My only company now is the birds in flight
The silence of Death in my hollow halls does lie
And now my proud lady is gone into the dust
With none to remember I stand alone as I must
With her gone, I only exist and slowly rust
And empty, empty is my silent forlorn cry
|If Characters Could Talk Back ~ 1||The Forbidden Mountain - Part 3 of 3|
|Forsaken: Part 3 Anger's Tide||Hero|
|When the Green Moon Shines||Forsaken: Part 1 Turmoil|