Tuesday, February 17, 2015

A tale of Young Love and Old Rancor.... A poem

One family hated the other
Hate's a strong word
But within something happened
Love undermined the hate
In a tragic way

One fourteen year old boy
One thirteen year old girl
After all these were older times
Were star crossed, meant to be
In the most powerful love of all

Her household held a masquerade ball
He and his friends attended
And right before they entered
He had a premonition
Of death way too early

Once in, he saw her
Her beautiful face
And flowing long hair
Beautiful large pools of eyes

And she caught his masked face
Out of the corner of her eye
While the minstrel sang of love
They searched each other out
 
Love was their heart's connection
As he slipped behind her
And caught her hand and kissed it
She was in cupid's hands

His beautiful not just handsome face
His large pools of brown eyes
And they were both pierced
By the arrow that cupid shot

They were secretly married the next day
But her cousin had a plan
He wanted the boy dead
But he fatally wounded another
And the boy killed him


The boy was banished
To a neighboring town
Sadness enveloped the lovers
The local apothecary had a solution

A vial of liquid
That would make the girl appear dead
A wake was held for her
And she was placed in the family vault

But the boy's aide saw the wake
And the seemingly dead girl
The boy was heartbroken
At the sight of his diseassed wife

The boy kissed his wife goodbye
While choking on the poison
And he collapsed on the vault floor
As the apothecary entered the vault

The girl woke up, asking for her lord
While the alarming sound
Of trumpets played outside
The girl saw her dead husband on the floor

The apothecary asked her to leave
And of course she just couldn't
She took her love's dagger
And made her heart it's sheath

Two heartbroken families
And two dead young lovers
Taken to burial together
And the rancor thus buried


By Suzanne Hall Padgett

More will be revealed....





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