Holy Oath – Poem

My noble knight and I

Were born upon a barren land

Bathed under the weeping sky

Holding hands, each with a suffocating cry

Then, I didn't know when his eye

Is going to reflect I.

For him I gazed through the mist

With a quivering heart inside my chest

And a forbidden keepsake in my waist.

When he' departed

I locked the gates of my pure heart

And handed its keys to Aphrodite.

Here I am with an assiduous mind that raves about our days of yore

And a heavy-heart of zealous emotions.

Through the night, I creep to the foggy forest

In which you and I exchanged a holy oath;

O my gushing heart! For how long can you bear the wounds of  passion

O my fading soul! For how long can you resist the ceaseless call of  death

For, I am replete with dejection, imbued with agony

Yearning to meet my noble man

Someday I don't know where.

Inconsolable me, bearing the forbidden seed of a desperate love

O Zeus! I conjure you to hear my plea of mercy

O Aphrodite! Bring back the pulse of the heart to me

For as you can see, life is unsavory without he ...

****

Meandering in her small world

Beyond the farthest edge of a night

Beneath the glittering veneer of lost stars

Gazing at the forlorn moon

Staring at its opalescence

Then tears of a sinking heart blurred her vision

Suddenly, a swift nostalgia crept into her memory

Triggering an outrageous flood of muffled feelings

Bulky feelings that stand heavy on her vulnerable soul

She recalled every valuable moment of serenity

She reminisced every second of glee

But now her face craves for a laugh

Her eyes lack that magical sparkle

And her body is now haunted by his ghost

This arduous love is erasing her, destroying her, killing her

She is torn between phantoms of her bleak present

And shades of her mystic future

Only her glowing past  keeps fueling her effete corpse

To move, to talk, to breath ...

 ****

I packed my bags and I decided to leave

Because in Mr. Hart I still believe

I armoured my heart with patience

And I injected my mind with a dose of hope

O Allmighty! endow me with prudence

And grant me the  perseverance  of persistent pope.

I landed in the city of fairytales

And I questioned  fairies and even the silent nightingales

About  the famous Mr. Hart

That tore many hearts apart

Then, and old desperate fairy told me “ Oh, Bloody Mary!

Your quest is scary, rare and dreary”

As I sat on a barren hill

Reconsidering the fairy’s goodwill

A crooked Elf appeared

Wearing dull rags and caressing his grayish beard

He pointed with his trembling hand to the shore and said:

“I know what you' re looking for;

You long to find a cure

To unlock your own door  and to rekindle your fading corps.

But be aware because beyond that shore

Your plain eyes may pour

And you will squander your life I’m sure

So, dear overlook this lethal quest before you deplore

And ask for Mr. Hart never more!"

© Photo by Paolo Moundir