FAIRYTALE, part 2
He crests the mountaintop of Shame,
Upon pale, prancing steed.
No course of honor left his name,
Knight of Yesterday's deed.
Emblem of Hope yet carved in chest,
Ashes before him stand.
By eyes of dream daring attest
Darkness now rules his land!
By father's pride, by brother's blade,
Given lifelong exile.
Now all dead but a promise made
To one who held his smile.
He dares return, sword raised in jest,
To fight for Pride once shorn.
With eyes that burn in stern protest
Of Love once left forlorn.
He sights the eyes of lament lies,
Homage given long last...
Bemoans the cries of stifled tries
To overcome the past!
Though never shares by opened heart,
The gift for her he saves.
Lo, idly stares, there ripped apart,
Upon the open graves.
Oh, Prince of Rain, all hail you true,
By eyes of Death, accursed.
All heed the pain once swore to you,
Lo, Justice returned first...
As stationed smile glossed in denial,
Still speaks her golden charms.
By Time's revile, know Love passed while
Within your brother's arms.
For all behind was dark and drear,
And all before was night and fear.
How many hours of night or day
In those suspended pangs I lay,
I could not tell; I scarcely knew
If this were human breath I drew.
[This message has been edited by Michael (edited 04-05-2000).]