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Monday, November 29, 2010

Poetic Last Days, November

Out he trod, in misty vale
Cold wind following at his tail
Damp his feet and slick his blade
Firm his steps, despite the rain

Set his jaw, pursed his mouth
Purpose written without doubt
His steed unwavering in the gloom
His latern lit, though high noon

Raindrops coursing over his mail
Water clinging in his hair
Blood coursing through his veins
Demanding he not be afraid

The path unplotable in the muck
The earth as if to swallow him up
The forest too dense to go on his way
The horse trembling now, unwilling to stay

On foot carries on our brave lad
Unabashed at the sound of one so sad
The call of a maid fair and lost
Sinking within an undying frost

Her name he knows, more sure than his own
Her face his only guide to home
His heart beating only those syllables now
Her name, the drum of his pulse so loud

What monster awaits his sweet brow
What creature ready to welcome him down
What mystery has stolen his love away
What strength hath a man to ner be slayed

From within the fight begins
First of doubt and then lies dim
Hope the first to be laid to rest
Then to follow, all his best

The beast it seems to be his mind
Crying falsehoods all the time
Whispering darkness that slips on by
The sentinel at his heart's supply

Yet, love be stronger than death
If love be true lies cannot pass
His light gone out but his heart still sure
Each footstep nearer his lady pure

Abandoned is his sword that bled
The villians of the past be dead
None but her face the star he sees
Whispers try but cannot reach

The barrier of love, the moat of truth
Too high, too deep, too bright to lose
No inner darkness can succeed
In bringing his courage to its knees

For he knows, even should she prefer to stay
Out in the cold on this highland day
And should his love be all denied
Still, no man is man who hath not tried

His love be unable to stand still
His heart too full to stop or kill
Those feet march on, though the eyes barely see
The star of her face guides his way clearly

Her voice drawing nearer, the call more strong
He pauses in awe as he recognizes their song
Sad but sure the melody she sings
Awaiting the one it is sure to bring

Mired, it seems she's sunk in the mud
Frost round the edges and dirt and scum
Her fair locks matted and knotted
Her beautiful face darkened and clouted

The fiend! His rage boiling within
A frenzy of wrath nearly overtook him
But every moment she sunk further still
To hunt him now would secure her ill

Taking deep breaths and willing only she
Fastening a rope and taking a knee
Deep into the mire he waded with care
Nearly blind in the dense foggy air

Her song never fading, rather now stronger
Her tears tracing lines making clear her hunger
Her hands trapt too deep to ever reach out
Only her voice left to fight off the doubt

But behold, there, her lover! Could this be?
His warm breath embraced her 'fore she could see
Arms like the tree roots holding her feet
Embraced her small body and lifted her free

Her hands numb and broken, unable to hold
Yet her face buried deep in his soft cloak folds
'Fore even a step could be made for the land
His lips gently kiss her poor little hands

Their eyes finally meet in solitary light
She knows of his struggle, she sees all the fight
He reads in her face all the trust and the hope
He knows she ner waivered, he knows that she knows

Curled in his arms like a babe in the night
He carried her safely through that forest of fright
No monster nor sprite's arrow could pierce
The light of their love a barrier too fierce

His path he now sees as if never before
His steps unfaltering, his direction sure
Her heartbeat peaceful as she gently sleeps
Love has rescued her, he is all that she needs.

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