the bloody tower of lost lament
stands frozen to the hour
where on the ramparts highest reach
he'd held his perfumed flower
the vacant strain of memory
like a bitter teardrop falls
a distant jester trills a melody
but vengence scales the walls
boisterous warmth of beer drunk breath
concealed a dark intent
from cursed lips and kissed caress
sang the spell of deaths lament
the witches deed now almost done
as her jealous eyes beheld
two innocents now danced as one
in consciousness dispelled
a pale eyed minstrels cadence played
the bawdy doors thrown back
spellbound looks turn centre stage
a swordsman dressed in black
the evil hag screamed out her curse
cut short upon his blade
a final breath was cut mid verse
blood poisoned black night shade
gathering then his golden jewel
as silence fell around
he slew the witches chosen fool
cut him to the ground
no minstrel there would play again
so unfolds the widows tale
who slowly croaks her sad refrain
her son on sword impaled
a full moon casts its silver peace
across pools of yesterday
where tears of loss found no release
for the swordsman so they say
a white witch calls o'er that bloody tower
she casts three spells each day
across his golden jewel, his perfumed flower
that they shall have their way.
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dusk arising (
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- Comment from author about the poem: From Sept 2017 another of my oldies. Telling here a tale of a prince whos love has been stolen from him by a wicked witch who seeks to disgrace her in a tavern with a lowly serf but the prince in black armour rescues his love in the nick of time though she remains unconscious under the now dead witches spell. Or is there another story entwined?
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i am currently reading lots of fantasy books having discovered the lazy world of audible which means i don't have to read just lisrten. This poem really fits where i am with my listening and i cant wait until later when i can hjave another instalement of fantasy. this was just what i needed to get me in the mood.
i should like to read the novel that i am sure you will write after this little intro siummary. graet read
I enjoyed this piece very much DA. I have to say it is my kind of poem. Nicely worded and themed, yes! very good.
Kind regards, Alan
DA im really enjoying these poems of yours. Looking forward to more of the same 🙂
Certainly held my attention - great read.
d a, you treated this subject well. I like too many lines to mention them all, but the moon casting a silver spell across 'pools of yesterday' blew me away.
Quite simply splendid.. held me spellbound so ya did sire...
(there are no spelling errors or typos here) my liege
Wonderful write d a, held me to the end.
Andy
The tale held me spellbound with its first rate imagery - - - another gem of a write my friend.
Should I meet her? The evil hag? What - she lives next door?! heehee.
Loved this
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