Tristan and Isolde

By Melissa Gagné

Tristan of Aragon flowing with honor

Isolde of Ireland dreaming of love

As the war between their countries soon arrived

The alliances crumbled and they tried to stay alive

Tristan held his sword with all his might

But that did not save him from the fight

Now he lay in his boat washing away

Lifeless by poison he could not stay

As she ran up to Tristan the brave

She was not apprised of this life she would save

She hide him, cared for him and soon fell in love

But he had to flee her quickly to fill his duty

Now promised to his uncle, beautiful Isolde

Tristan was not aware that she was already sold

His heart always filled with pain

As he sat watching his beloved in vain

Weep for King Mark and Isolde his queen

And weep for Tristan caught in between

During the calm hours they decided to meet

Deeply in love they couldn’t help but skip a beat

Soon their secrets would be told

Gentle King Mark let go of Isolde

Having their freedom Tristan did not stay

But helped with the war, where he was slain

Tristan’s love Isolde the fair

Fell to his side as he lay there