Post by AquarianM on Jul 14, 2009 at 1:12am
The Bane Of Forgiveness...
There was a young witch who whispered on the wind,
Calling a lover's name for some simple sin,
A time she thought to dally in pleasure,
Simple sin for a single night.
The wind was fickle and brought her love true,
A Knight in Paladin's white bearing a golden ring,
Speaking in earnest tones of sweet lovers' dreams,
It was Summer then and the heat was high.
She left him enspelled and wearing dusty boots,
A raving lunatic with rusted armor and broken mail,
Downcast eyes with barely a light,
A tragic figure the Devil's own delight.
Every time Summer comes he tries to forgive,
But this requires him to remember that she left,
As the white light of the Paladin fails to enshroud him,
He mourns the end of Summer and the sight of Fall's golden leaves.
Fate was wicked upon him,
And memory was the bane of all forgiveness,
A wonder that will never cease,
Not even when his bones are dust in soul's sleep.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 07/14/2009
There was a young witch who whispered on the wind,
Calling a lover's name for some simple sin,
A time she thought to dally in pleasure,
Simple sin for a single night.
The wind was fickle and brought her love true,
A Knight in Paladin's white bearing a golden ring,
Speaking in earnest tones of sweet lovers' dreams,
It was Summer then and the heat was high.
She left him enspelled and wearing dusty boots,
A raving lunatic with rusted armor and broken mail,
Downcast eyes with barely a light,
A tragic figure the Devil's own delight.
Every time Summer comes he tries to forgive,
But this requires him to remember that she left,
As the white light of the Paladin fails to enshroud him,
He mourns the end of Summer and the sight of Fall's golden leaves.
Fate was wicked upon him,
And memory was the bane of all forgiveness,
A wonder that will never cease,
Not even when his bones are dust in soul's sleep.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 07/14/2009