A Snake's Tale

by Their Inner Thoughts

O! how the tongue doth decline to speaketh the feelings of the heart! How canst one sayest the words that lay as a burden upon their heart, if the receiver of such words doth careth nothing for them? Here lay yet another sad tale of one who cannot face the woman of his desire, though his heart burneth for repentance. (Questions, comments, and criticisms welcome.)

Who doesn't love reading poetry about regret? It should be obvious, but see if you can guess who wrote this? Read and review.

They do not see

How much I try

To men like them be

Nor in private cry.

The words called of me

Worthless worm, cur, snake,

Coming from lips so perfect as she

Cause my inexistent heart to break.

I did try to converse

With her whose hair is gold,

When hurt did I become nurse

For her whose heart long I hold.

A snake they say I am

Though they know not why

I hide shadows' dam

To escape my clear pride.

In shadows I watched her grow

Though she never once knew,

While she danced with speed as bow

Captured by golden hue.

Her voice my ears did long

Her smile my eyes did crave,

Her laugh to all a song

Her touch to me a grave.

My flower amidst the thorns

My thrush amidst vultures,

Long yearned for loud war horns

Long yearned for new cultures.

I betrayed her, the innocent swan

I betrayed her, the lily of flax,

The sparrow flew out with dawn

Though my love for her still wax.

Now in time too late

Now in time so dire,

I long only to see her fair face

I long only to quell my ire.

The battle now finally over

Though one of many am I now told,

With him I call my Lord and Master

We await the warriors in cold.

In rage I kill my Lord, white and weak

So I can be free at last,

An arrow shot to tall tower's peak

I fly back with deadly blast.

Shot in the heart had I, I never knew

The blood pouring out showed I never win,

My vision darkens and my body lie askew

My dying words, "You are free my dear Eowyn."

T.A. 3005