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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic

This poem is mainly a tragic romance concerning the type of battle that many people face to fight for what is wanted and what should be.


T.M Allen

As I plod along this cobbled street

Selling bread for the people to eat,

Two young lovers did I see.

Arm-in-arm the pair walked along,

She sang for him the sweetest song,

For her a beautiful dress he paid

Even though he had nothing to trade.

It reminds me of when that was mine:

A passionate love atop cloud nine.

Why was this taken from me! Why!

Arm-in-arm we would walk along,

She sang for me the sweetest song.

I close my eyes; I feel the fires burn,

And I know my love cannot return.

Before to your homes and wives you hurry,

I shall now tell you the story.

I was not quite yet one-and-twenty,

I lived alone with grain and plenty,

With all a man could require.

But the thing I coveted most,

Objects about which I could boast,

The magic berries that only could

Grow in the fairies' enchanted would.

I was young and very foolish then;

I thought I'd gain fame and fortune when

With the famed fruit I marched home.

Everyone would bow before me!

All would respect and adore me!

I knew I'd be the one to survive;

None had come from the forest alive!

So I packed some water and some bread,

Regardless of what the neighbors said

About my impending death.

I trudged through all my fields of wheat,

Scaled the hills with my sandaled feet,

And received a shock of awe purest

When I entered the magic forest.

The place was a wonderland, a dream,

Every single rock and plant did seem

To glow with an unnamed shine.

All flowers scintillated with dew;

Red, yellow, orange, purple and blue.

On staying here, I was very keen,

I'd not a more beautiful sight seen.

So captivated and awed was I,

I failed to notice the warning cry

Of a songbird above me.

I turned around and I saw there

A goliath, large-toothed black bear!

It slashed my chest before I could shout,

And in a moment I had black out.

Was I awake, or was I dreaming?

With herbs and flowers the place was teeming,

I could smell honeysuckle.

I was laid on luxurious moss,

A waterfall burst o'er the rocks,

And tending to where my wound had been,

The most gorgeous girl the world had seen.

A more perfect sight there'd never been:

A heart-shaped face and paper-white skin

With soft cheeks like rosepetals.

Soft smiling lips were too there,

And long thick cascading black hair.

A sight to make any man's heart rise

Were her piercing, glowing, sapphire eyes.

Her voice a flowing stream, she whispered,

"It is fortunate I found you first,

The others would have killed you.

But I, being a healer-elf,

Don't care too much about myself.

Here you'll stay until you're well again,

Why are you here, ye from land of men?"

I realized then a thing most queer:

The beautiful girl had pointed ears!

So then on my guard was I.

But there was something in her eyes

That told me that she said no lies,

So thenI cried what was true by claim,

"I seek the magic berries of fame!"

Then she smiled knowingly at me,

As in she could what I could not see,

And said in a voice so soft,

"But that is what you think you'll need,

You're blind to what'll give you the seed

To true happiness that is so fair,

A missing piece that belongs right there."

The feeling went through me like a dart

When she put her soft hand on my heart,

And I felt I couldn't breathe.

Said I, aware my feelings showed,

"Beautiful elf, please, I must know!

I feel I shall never be the same.

Beautiful one, please tell me your name?"

She said in her voice like flowing stream

A name that was like ecstatic dream:

Her name was Elythria.

Elythria, Elythria,

Kind and gorgeous Elythria!

I felt like singing it like a bird,

For by the whole world it could be heard.

Days passed in Elythria's small place,

And sometime vanished without a trace

My desire for the berries.

Hitting with pureness of a dove,

To the maiden, I fell in love.

Eventually, I could also see

That the gorgeous girl had love for me.

I was enveloped in purest bliss.

I would not do anything to miss

A single moment with her.

Arm-in-arm we walked along,

She sang for me the sweetest song.

Our love turned to passionate desire,

Our hearts were burning as if on fire.

One glorious day I woke to see

Elythria gazing at a tree

Appearing rather worried.

"My dearest one, what could be wrong?"

She turned to me, her face was long.

"A competition in Fairies' Shelves

Held between all the maiden-elves."

I said, "Is that where you told me of,

The fairies' town square with rocks above,

Hanging as if stony shelves?"

By the stream in which swam the loons,

She nodded and read the elf runes,

"'A contest of beauty,'" she did say,

"'held in Fairies' Shelves upon this day.'"

I walked to her and I held her near,

I said, "You'll have no trouble, my dear,

None can match your comeliness.

All about you- I tell no lies-

Enchants the birds out of the skies."

She glanced at me with a bit of doubt,

And said, "That's what i'm worried about."

She donned her fanciest dressing gown,

Wearing the very most anxious frown,

A sight that chilled me inside.

So scared was she, I said I'd go,

But then they'd kill us, she said no.

Quite vibrating, she was so worried,

She kissed me, and away she hurried.

It was twilight before she returned,

Looking as pained as if she'd been burned.

She said she'd won the contest.

She was given the fairy hoard,

granted additional reward.

The words she uttered made my heart sting:

"I now must marry the elvin king."

I held Elythria to me now,

And told her, "We'll find a way somehow,

Somehow to stay together.

We'll elope to the world of men;

I have quite a nice bit of den.

Become a human; we'll shave your ears,

We will find a way, please don't shed tears."

We held one another close that night,

Her skin seemed to glow in the moonlight.

I was afraid to let go.

I was tangled in her long hair,

And that was not the only snare;

Captured in her love from head to toe,

I was so afraid to let her go.

In the morning there was no disguise;

Pure bliss shined in Elythria's eyes,

A bliss thatI also felt.

A warm gentle hand on my cheek,

"I'll shave my ears, then we shall seek

Your abode, to which we soon shall go.

I bear your child, and no one must know."

A happiness such as I'd not known;

A family with her, my soul had flown!

I, the most blessed man on earth!

A life that none could deny me,

When an icy voice said behind me,

"Elythria, you're an evil cow!

The council shall here about this now!"

Bound by a rope, the elf hauled her out,

But not before she could give a shout

For me not to interfere.

But the sight of her in despair,

The mortified look in her stare...

She would not be taken by that lout!

So armed with a knife I then set out.

I followed him to a place of elves,

A dwelling which must be Fairies' Shelves,

She was dragged forth, all could see.

Said a calm elf with a jeweled crown,

His face with something of a frown,

"Why bind and throw like something that's died

The maiden who is my future bride?"

"Your Highness," said the lout, "we should ban

The disgrace not fit to rule the clan,

For she has transgressed greatly.

She hid and loved a mortal man

And has discussed with him a plan

To elope, shave her ears, a beast wild!

Your Grace, she is now bearing his child."

Onto Elythria he rounded,

Shouting curses that loudly sounded,

Icy and cold with hatred.

"So you choose a man over I,

Lord of the earth, water and sky!

You will now be taken to the pyre

And face your fate with the lord of fire!"

"No!"I exclaimed, and forth I bounded,

All the elves were stunned as I shouted,

So I took them by surprise.

I felled quite many with my knife

Those elves that held onto her life.

I was so close to reaching her hand,

Then grabbed roughly by those who could stand.

"Well!" cried the king, "then this is the one

Who dared to help Elythria run!

You shall share her fate of death.

But before you're put to the sword

You will see the power of her lord!"

Then my stomach gace an awful churn:

"You will get to see her burn!"

I writhed and thrashed as they lit the pyre,

And I could feel the heat of the fire,

And hear Elythria scream.

Frantically I called out her name,

For me, she also did the same.

My attempts of escape resumed fresh

When I could smell all her scorching flesh.

I looked in her eyes, she looked in mine;

Hers were like polished sapphires so fine.

I'd never see them again.

She drew a deep breath through the smoke,

Cried clearly, trying not to choke,

A magic spell, like song of a lark.

I was cast away and all went dark.

When I awoke, the sun was setting,

But the sight, I was all forgetting,

For I knew what had occurred.

I ran like a bat out of hell,

Dashed to the forest with a yell,

Screeching like a predatory bird,

Somehow knowing I could not be heard.

When I arrived to the Fairies' Shelves

The place was deserted by the elves.

The world was silent and gray.

And in a patch as gray as tin

Was where Elythria had been.

The only thing of her that remained

Were ashes that blew now uncontained.

I wept on the cinders, trying to seek

My mind for why the world had gone bleak.

I couldn't breathe through my grief.

Elythria, Elythria!

Kind and gorgeous Elythria!

My darling, unjustly sent to burn,

And now there's no way you can return.

Since that day there have been fifty years;

Days of selling bread, nights shedding tears,

Always thinking about her.

Arm-in-arm we would walk along,

She sang for me the sweetest song.

She saved me from the elves and their knife,

But condemned me to a painful life.

I am now nearing seventy-one,

And now that I'm old, I have begun

To hope that my time is near.

And when that time comes, cremate me,

In the woods, a clearing you'll see

A place where the earth has been been scorched black.

Cast my soot there, with her I'll be back.

Often times at night, when I can't rest,

I hear Elythria at her best,

Her and our poor unborn child.

Elythria! Elythria!

Kind and gorgeous Elythria!

"Come back to me," I hear her humming.

Elythria, I'll soon be coming.

Submitted: April 07, 2012

© Copyright 2022 T M Allen. All rights reserved.

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I love your wording. So mystical. It strikes both beauty and sadness.

Thu, April 12th, 2012 4:24am


Beautiful! I love it!

Sat, April 14th, 2012 7:10am


That was so sad and one of the most beautiful poems I have ever read. kudos!

Sat, April 14th, 2012 10:28pm

Animal lover

well done, that was a magical yet sad poem which you pulled off really well. it grabbed my attention at the first few lines the rhyming was good and it flowed really well the only negative i can think of to improve would be to proof read your work as there are some spelling mistakes, ect but other than that well done that was a great read!

Sun, April 15th, 2012 8:34am


I found myself immersed in this! Absolutely fantastic.
Kind of reminds me of The Lady Of Shallott.

Mon, April 16th, 2012 4:00pm


This poem was beautifully written. He was so sad when he had to watch his darling Elythria burn. What a burden it is to watch your lover die in such a cruel fate. How horrible must our reality be if he only found love in a mystical land, and then to have it snatched from him for being part of our world.

The ending was sad yet I felt happy that he will once again meet with his darling Elythria.

This was beautifully written and I praise your work to the Gods and back.

Memories1995 xxx

Tue, April 24th, 2012 7:15am

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