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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Comments4
Good words of olden days d a.
Andy
a great read! thanks for sharing again Dusk
fantasy to get lost in
A fairy tale revived
The old romantic loves in fantasy inside
The king in armour
The love locked up in tower
The witch that hides, laments the love that she misses inside
Another treasured tale you recite
Good one dear dusk…
Enthralling poem. Fantastic imagery.
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