dusk arising


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.

  • Author: dusk arising (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 4th, 2020 12:37
  • 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

  • Alan .S. Jeeves

    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

  • Saxon Crow

    DA im really enjoying these poems of yours. Looking forward to more of the same 🙂

  • Michael Edwards

    Certainly held my attention - great read.

  • FredPeyer

    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.

  • Neville

    Quite simply splendid.. held me spellbound so ya did sire...

    (there are no spelling errors or typos here) my liege

  • Goldfinch60

    Wonderful write d a, held me to the end.


  • Fay Slimm.

    The tale held me spellbound with its first rate imagery - - - another gem of a write my friend.

  • orchidee

    Should I meet her? The evil hag? What - she lives next door?! heehee.


    Loved this

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