At the Altar of Eros.

David Wakeling

 

Before the Sky was made and the stars began to shine,
Dwelled the Winged Chaos, in pitch as darkened as red wine,
His companions were Nyx the Night, Erebus the Darkness,
And Tartarus the Abyss, the dungeon for wickedness.

Soon Night with black wings opened, laid a sterile egg inside,
The bosom of Darkness which existed far and wide.
From this strange egg came the beautiful Eros God of Love.
Who bore the Human race the first to see the light above.

Robert paced his room trying to summon enough courage,
To go to the dance, and ask for Leah’s hand in marriage.
He had loved Leah from first sight but had hardly spoken.
Tonight he felt that his lonely heart would rise unbroken.

Leah wore a pink taffeta ball gown and looked divine,
She flirted with all the boys with conversations benign,
As Robert come close to her she giggled and ignored him,
Robert took a deep breath and said “This is not just a whim,
But will you make me the happiest man and marry me?”
People in the hall erupted with laughter at his plea.

The crazy, loudest laugh came from Leah herself sadly,
And Robert ran from the hall into the wild storm madly.
In the darkness he walked lost and alone down the highway,
Eros with sun golden wings appeared at the break of day.

Please come with me my son and I will put your heart to rest,
The darkness came in and covered everything heaven blessed.

  • Author: David Wakeling (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 23rd, 2024 02:03
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  • arqios

    He either was healed of this romantic rejection or he dies still in his love however unrequited. Either way, a powerful expression.

    • David Wakeling

      I think we all die a little when rejected.Thanks for commenting

      • arqios

        A lot too, at times; it can be quite debilitating ❤️‍🩹💔

      • sorenbarrett

        Classically stated in the first stanza and modern day story transpires in the second and the third returns to the classical. The poem of darkness and light it has the most somber finish.

        • David Wakeling

          Yes indeed. Thank you for your comments compadre

        • Tony36

          Great write

        • orchidee

          Good write David.

        • Goldfinch60

          Wonderful words David, you had me hooked.

          Andy

          • David Wakeling

            Thanks mi amigo that means a lot to me.



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