I have walked these lonely battlements
for as long as I have known
arrayed, encased in heavy armour
that in mind, as if forever.
Atop a solitary hill that I call home
in a weary castle all my own
behind a self-dug moat of freezing waters
where swims memories of lost, dreary winters.
Entrenched behind silent, brooding towers
surrounded by walls indifferent to censure
in a keep, dark, forbidding and tall
with barred doors and shuttered windows all.
Until that sepulchred moment on a comely breeze
floats that hint of laughter and happiness' gist
the pitter patter of delicately dancing feet
upon fresh grasses in such melodious beats.
So it was that very hour, the changing of my guard
this persistant rumour dances all day this way and that
that I could not but wonder, perhaps and why
maybe I should dare to discover, what it is by and by.
Upon a day I did just that
I took a peek quickly outside
and my eyes does ravel in the delight
the sweet dancing gaits of a sweet nymph's respite.
Tall she was, dainty and compact
a beauteous vision which does tender my heart
as I stood transfixed upon my wall
watching this unfold, song, dance and all.
But then she glanced and smiled at me
and just as suddenly skipped to the trees
though I vainly looked for her dance and sight
never did I find any trails on her part.
That was the last I saw of her
though her promise of joy did surround and linger
as I return alone behind my walls
I thought of hope and the promise beyond my halls.
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