Title: Tristan's Portrait
A/N: An insight into the enigma of Tristan. I've wanted to write something on that scout for ages. Please tell what you think? Is it good? Bad? Waffle? :)
- Yeah, I also have a new penname.
Disclaimer: I don't own King Arthur, or any of its characters herein.
Alone
A scarecrow in the shadows
He ravages his mind
To when he was plundered of innocence
To when his hand was allowed to be gentle
To when his heart was free
And lighter than the spryest child
No unsullied metal …
He hears them at night
All the people he's killed
They speak to him
And he speaks back
Laughs …
Mocks …
Derides …
Moving shadows
Turning, twisting, tailing
Him
To the forefront of his mind
They are always there as a reminder
Mugging his thoughts
If he could paint, or write
He could fill up scroll upon scroll of the ghosts of his family
An ocean of green now blackened by death
He would peel back that grey canvas
And stare avidly into the eyes of a Roman
Liquid gold into hard grey
Like stone …
And now, he would paint, draw, scan
Every life he had taken
To every woman he bade run before he
Brought down his blade
He sees them
And they stare back
He laughs at them
He laughs at himself
At how hidden he really is
The chains snaking around his heart
His laugh dies
…
…
His heart bleeds