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Magnus
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0 posted 2002-06-21 05:57 PM


A night to bring to ear the plot
to save the land from blood in shed,
to steal the queen and ransom sought
or surely all will die, be dead.

A roll of dice on floor of stone
to cast the fate of chosen few.
Fall of bones in twirl and drop
before last meal of hottest stew.

Cross the moat and traverse the wall
to find the bed of sleeping queen
The bravest of the lot stands tall
to guard from wake in blacken sheen

Stealth will take across floor of earth
to stairs of spiraling stones high
till one will wait before the door
in hopes of not sounding the cry

The flicker of the torches cast
on wall the shadow of the thief,
as one by one lone guard is slashed
and blood of knife is gone to sheath

A creak so slight in darkest night
as door is cracked to spy the view.
The thief now spurred by naked sight
of queen’s repose against the dew.

Each step in stealth toward the bed
as heart in chest does throb the ear.
A knife is drawn if blood be shed
to quell the scream of fright in fear

The rise of breath within soft chest
where dreams have come to sleeping queen.
A pounding heart from in the breast
the captor waits in view the scene.

From the chamber above the moat
a rope is let to ground below.
Where men lay quiet in leaking boat
to take the prize and softly row.

Queen of beauty, queen of the night
Sleep before the dawn of first light
For in the boat you will reside
to force the peace before we’ve died.


[This message has been edited by Magnus (06-23-2002 04:54 PM).]

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the_loner_23
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1 posted 2002-06-21 05:59 PM


Cold hands means a warm heart

Madame Chipmunk
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2 posted 2002-06-21 07:19 PM


Were you actually there when this happened, Barry ?

These guys actually thought they could get away with stealing the queen....
and how come it wasn't on CNN?

but it was a beautiful story poem anyway...

~ majestic hugs

Lyra

copyright2002 Lyra Nesius

"poetry is life distilled"  Gwendolyn Brooks

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3 posted 2002-06-21 07:21 PM


as I was reading this I kept seeing bits and pieces from the movie The Mists Of Avalon.....or First Knight.....
perhaps this will be the next one I actually watch on TV.  Sounds like a keeper to me.  *s*

I could have missed the pain, but I'd have had to miss the dance~~(Garth)


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4 posted 2002-06-21 08:12 PM




(smiles) This reminded me of a movie too, only I thought of "The Count of Monte Cristo" reading this (have you seen that movie yet, it is really good! This is a delightful heroic tale, sweet friend, I love it, we all love you so much! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet Barry, thank you for sharing!



May love and light always shine upon you!

Love
Noah Eaton

"Underneath your clothes there's an endless story..."

Shakira

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5 posted 2002-06-21 08:18 PM


Just really very well done and very good to read - thanks Barry - Paul
ethome
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6 posted 2002-06-23 05:06 AM


Nice story I like the way you write..."Over Knight"
Sunshine
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7 posted 2002-06-23 07:39 AM



You take the story, then put to poem
for in our hearts, it finds a home...

Kethry
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8 posted 2002-06-23 08:04 AM


The die is cast
the vote is in
this story poem
made me grin
at first I thought
aha it's chess
until the time
when I confess
the queen was taken
then I cried
the leaking boat
won't be denied
not matter how
the story goes
I loved this
your talent shows.

Keth

Here in the midst of my lonely abyss, a single joy I find...your presence in my mind.  Unknown



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9 posted 2002-06-23 08:56 AM


This is a wonderful story. I enjoyed reading it.
Enchantress
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10 posted 2002-06-23 09:00 AM


Well done Barry!
Great story beautifully told.
~Hugs~

~Somewhere in my heart I'm always
dancing with you in the summer rain~

devina
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11 posted 2002-06-23 11:32 AM


NOW you're speakin my language sweet poet...

love the medievil scence you have 'splayed within my sight...

*do we get a "to be continued"???*

Open arms can be the most fragile in the world...



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12 posted 2002-06-23 03:28 PM


Love it, you have a way with this time period.
Sandra

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13 posted 2002-06-23 03:59 PM


The devil made you be mid-evil? I LIKE that!

and I really like this...

Marsha
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14 posted 2002-06-23 09:51 PM


Magnus darling heart,

Part one is read, the opening
A great story and so thrilling
Thieves and a captured queen
And more blood than I’ve ever seen
Knives and castles leaking boats
Treachery and darkness on the moat

Away I’m off to read part two
Wait my friend I’ll follow you

Utterly utterly wonderful I love it as always, superb writing and of course I love it utterly

Love and warm stuff
As always
Mushy

Breathe through the heat of our desire
Thy coolness and they balm
Let sense be dumb let flesh retire
Speak through the eathquake wind and fire
Oh

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