tower

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: September 16th, 2017 00:06
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  • Goldfinch60

    Good write, may the knight come up smelling of roses.

    • dusk arising

      LOL brilliant comment! made me laugh yet again.

    • Michael Edwards

      I am sure he will be smelling of roses - just hope he took the fungal spray with him - my roses are covered in black spot at the moment 🙂 🙂 Great write dusk

      • dusk arising

        i'm not quite sure the reference was made to actual roses though. Thanks for comments.

        • Michael Edwards

          That's Andy leading me astray. Shall we go for jasmine - it doesn't suffer from black spot.

        • orchidee

          What's going on in that tower there?! heehee.

          • dusk arising

            Dunno now, but there was a lot of giggling going on earlier. Can you smell roses?

          • FredPeyer

            This poem is awesome, and so is the picture!

            • dusk arising

              Thank you Fred, glad you enjoyed this.

            • Fay Slimm.

              A mighty find Saturday tale with a twist methinks in that minstrel's cadence. Magical read.

              • dusk arising

                Many a minstrel has a tale or two to tell indeed. Thank you Fay.

              • myself and me

                You sit on the windowsill gazing, created such a great poem with a tale. What kind of genius are you?

                • dusk arising

                  The genius is a visitor who occasionally stops by the window and smiles but quickly dashes off. Thanks for your comment.

                • Neville

                  A very impressive poem here I must say.. Five grand stanza's each building on its poetic predecessor and maintaining momentum, story-line and appeal right through to the eventual mystical almost mythical conclusion .... Neville



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