A Drop to Remember
When the wind seems to howl such a piteous cry
And the soft, white snow holds the land in deathly silence,
Villages grow still as winter settles with a sigh,
As people shut their doors and windows in defiance.
Gathering 'round their fires for a tale to pass the time,
Children crowd the storyteller as she gravely states,
"Once there was a village, rememberd for its crime
And a tale of two lovers which befell such tragic fates."
If not for the superstitions of this God-cursed village
Or the deeds of the jealous and the evil hearted,
The heartbroken lord would have no need to pillage
For his beloved would escape the fires of the martyred.
But, alas, the worst is true, held forever in the timber
And all the lord has left is a drop to remember.
Ok... I know its the beginning of my story, but since its a poem and I have no chapters yet... ill just leave it here. What do you think. I'm thinking somewhere along the lines of a tragic beauty in the beast, tho the storyline is super different.
And the soft, white snow holds the land in deathly silence,
Villages grow still as winter settles with a sigh,
As people shut their doors and windows in defiance.
Gathering 'round their fires for a tale to pass the time,
Children crowd the storyteller as she gravely states,
"Once there was a village, rememberd for its crime
And a tale of two lovers which befell such tragic fates."
If not for the superstitions of this God-cursed village
Or the deeds of the jealous and the evil hearted,
The heartbroken lord would have no need to pillage
For his beloved would escape the fires of the martyred.
But, alas, the worst is true, held forever in the timber
And all the lord has left is a drop to remember.
Ok... I know its the beginning of my story, but since its a poem and I have no chapters yet... ill just leave it here. What do you think. I'm thinking somewhere along the lines of a tragic beauty in the beast, tho the storyline is super different.