Of Life And Dreams

Long ago, in a forest white as snow,
Walked a fair maiden, in lovely delight -
But her crimson lips cursed to never know,
That the forest was once black as night.
Night falls, silence besets the forest:
The lady fair, now delicate and dismayed -
Cries out, fear beats upon her chest;
Alas! Her cries are empty as they fade...
In darkness she weeps, tears dry out;
Waits for dawn to trace her steps,
'I'll find my way, without a doubt,
'No, not here... in wonderland perhaps.
For the night is eternal dear lady,
The voices - you hear them don't you?
She screams again; a faint, 'No! Mercy!...
'Hush... only the night can hear you!
She turns and runs, pale with fear;
She trips, and falls to her knees.
She cries, 'Get back! Don't come near!
'It rains as in the night she bleeds...
Tasting blood, she soon forfeits,
She bows her head, ready to die.
She says a prayer, bites her lips,
Then it all goes dark... she says goodbye.
Just then... it all goes quiet;
Only her sobs fill the air.
Then come footsteps silent,
And a hand on her silken hair...
'I'll save you,' he says,
Take you away from here.
'He takes her in his embrace;
He was her night, she held him dear.
He led her thru the trees and the night,
She followed blindly with trust.
Then he pulled away and out of sight,
And left her crying in the dust...
All hope gone, she looks back:
With joy, enter'd the forest;
Now broken and betrayed, 'tis fact -
How she longs for a tender caress...
Lost and lonely, she passes out,
She remembers nothing after.
She awakes with the sun fully out,
And a face that looks upon her...
'You've been thru much,' says he,
'I tried to warn you, but couldn't say it,
'He begs pardon, down on one knee,
As tears fill the eyes of the poet.
'I'm just a poet, nothing more,
My rhymes - they couldn't save you.
Your sad face is hard to ignore,
For my heart bleeds of guilt anew.'
The maiden smiles - a faint blush;
His heart skips a beat.
A smile from lips full and lush;
His heart then accepts defeat.
She looks back - the forest behind,
Now green and lush in the sun's eyes.
She soon forgets what she did find,
And falls again for the knight's lies.
'Look my poet, at the forest;
So much life, so much beauty.
Surely it be the angels' nest,
Wherein I shall find serenity.'
'No!' he cries, but 'tis late,
For the maiden hath passeth by.
With a nimble heart, she sealed her fate,
Answering the wicked knight's cry
He weeps - the tears never cease;
He then begins to wither.
He closes his eyes, in deadly ease -
The beat stops - his life asunder.
Long ago, in a forest white as snow,
Walked a fair maiden, in lovely delight -
But her crimson lips cursed to never know,
That the forest was once black as night.