Open Poetry #37 |
Playing with Emotions |
Professor Gloom Member Elite
since 2000-07-23
Posts 3082of Depression |
Enter stage left, Kennetick with bloody sword in hand into the chamber of Lady Bethany who sleeps. He looks upon her for a moment then steps toward the audience. What foul deeds have caused my sword to bleed, Slaying a lover of a love I will never possess, That he might have been a mighty swordsman And not now lay in death’s great darkness, Then he’d be here with a blood stained hand. She now sleeps and upon waking will surely weep, Each moment hating more her lover’s slayer, Yet so kind and beautiful also in wakefulness Might offer up a kind and gentle prayer Though never to enter into forgiveness. Now he’s slayed and a poor destiny made Only death has won the battle today, To spare me her hate shall their blood mix Is death upon death life’s only way What will the mingling of death fix. What shall be of this victorious me Loveless and unlovable for my actions Only a sad warrior train for the kill To battle despite any thread of emotions Dispersing with love I hoped to feel. Enter stage right, Lady Bethany’s hand maid Sarah. Distraught at the sight of Kennetick with a bloody sword. Sarah Before the rising of the sun What foul acts have you done? Kennetick Nay, not done, but things have been undone, I have gone from lover to fighter to fool All upon a sword that is so full of stain That left your mistress’s lover to cool And upon her waking will be its pain. I the warrior which desire was to love her Has slashed it all away with this blade, For now I must leave this sweet place To journey upon the path death has made Never again to look upon her face. Kennetick sheathes his sword and exits stage left Sarah looking longingly after Kennetick Can not bravery and love coexist for him Through all the battles of the field he’s been in The battle of the emotional heart Will never be his life in any part. I would be his woman if I could be But this place holds my life’s duty Yet could not a leaving give freedom With only a mere walking it is done. I like him are bound as what we are A cruel destiny is never far. Sarah exits stage right, Lady Bethany wakes Gloom |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
The battle of the emotional heart Will never be his life in any part. A nice tale...in Gloom style M |
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