A Tragic Tale

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Poems
A poem of a tragic past in a barbaric past. Or is it in the past?

Submitted: December 11, 2018

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Too long the staircase circles

Up and down the tower wall.

The candles flicker against the stone

As he hears the woman call.

 

The climb is suited to a youthful stride,

One step after another,

As lightning flashes and rain is heard

By the son of another mother.

 

Oh, would it be that he was not

The child of a Chambermaid.

Instead, the child of the Queen

Then he would not be, so afraid.

 

Climbing these stairs, night after night.

His mother needs food and wine to drink

As long as she’s chained in the castle tower

With nothing to do, but think.

 

She thinks of the times when she was desired

When the King would whisk her away.

It was exciting, a marvelous ride,

'til the queen was told, one fateful day.

 

Now the bastard climbs for the very last time

For it’s time to end his mother’s shame,

She’ll gladly drink and drift away

While listening to the blessid rain.

 

JE Falcon

12-11-2018


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