navwin » Archives » Open Poetry #37 » Playing with Emotions
Open Poetry #37
Post A Reply Post New Topic Playing with Emotions Go to Previous / Newer Topic Back to Topic List Go to Next / Older Topic
Professor Gloom
Member Elite
since 2000-07-23
Posts 3082
of Depression

0 posted 2006-04-20 09:03 PM



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

© Copyright 2006 Aszard Drazlom - All Rights Reserved
nakdthoughts
Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200
Between the Lines
1 posted 2006-04-21 06:34 AM


The battle of the emotional heart
Will never be his life in any part.


A nice tale...in Gloom style

M

Post A Reply Post New Topic ⇧ top of page ⇧ Go to Previous / Newer Topic Back to Topic List Go to Next / Older Topic
All times are ET (US). All dates are in Year-Month-Day format.
navwin » Archives » Open Poetry #37 » Playing with Emotions

Passions in Poetry | pipTalk Home Page | Main Poetry Forums | 100 Best Poems

How to Join | Member's Area / Help | Private Library | Search | Contact Us | Login
Discussion | Tech Talk | Archives | Sanctuary