Lucius
NOTES: lol poet!Raven. Anywho, this was kind of an attempt to sound like Poe. I haven't done much poetry lately, but I rather like this one. It was a pain having to sound medieval, though. Yea. Anyway, this is what happens when school poems turn bad--you know you're obsessed when you write fanpoetry and fanfics for school projects. XD And... if you didn't know, yes, it's Raven writing--he got slightly OOC. It's sad, too--wait till the end, kiddies and then you'll get it.
Red
mingled with Blond that night
When
first my eyes beheld the sight
Of
Lucius, earthly angel fair
With
the dawnlight dancing in his hair.
And
so truly breathtaking was his face,
Which
far surpassed any mortals' grace-
Yes,
far lovelier was this sweet youth
Than
any maiden I had viewed, forsooth.
And
red mingled with Blond soon hence—
my
breath caught up in love's suspense—
As
his gentle voice so full of cheer
Floated
softly to my humble ear.
In
that moment, I truly had no doubt
Of
what my heart was dead sure about—
That
this sweet Lucius so pure and fine
Would
be, forever, true love of mine.
As
flowers bloom in spring, so does
The
love of the young, perhaps because
Warm
sun and blue skies remind me so
Of
him whom my heart so wished to know.
It
mattered not to me, at the time,
(and
I knew not then that our love was crime)
That
I, only son of Cornwall, and he—
a
mere servant-boy--could never be.
And
yet, so joyful in our ignorance
Were
we, that we ere lost all sense
Of
all the world and its trifling rules—
As,
when in love, all men are fools.
But
lo! knew I no greater bliss
Than
his soft embrace and gentle kiss
And
I reminisce, still today, the night
I
spent with Lucius, my only light.
Alas,
the time I had with my Lucius dear
Was
short--too short--only one short year
If
only I'd had a longer while
To
bask in the radiance of his smile!
To
walk with him, and overlook
The
grassy knolls and the sparkling brook
And
to walk through the gardens among the blooms
(far
less beautiful than, dare I presume,
The
blue-eyed youth whom I walked beside)
Such
a sorrowed truth that our love must hide
From
all the world! I so sorely wished
That
mortal laws of Love be abolished
As
Love be ruled by no earthly force—
only
Cupid could set its course.
But
I, in lover's naïveté, knew not
With
a doomèd love-arrow had I been shot!
O,
how I wish that sun never rose
O'er
the spot where my only love reposed!
Word
of his fate came with the speed
That
only the most dread disasters need:
The
"Police" my lover's life did quell—
They
found him, drowned him, in the well—
And
as a final warning, cleft in two
His
slender neck. Oh, how I rue
The
day I dragged my beloved in
To
an affair that would be my gravest sin!
They
left him, mangled, in the road,
And
my heart broke with the dreaded load
Of
such unspoken beauty marred by mud
Like
the early wilt of the sweetest bud.
Red
mingled with Blond right there
As
his lifeblood stained his sun-gilt hair.
"Alas!
O woe, my love is dead!"
Cried
I, heart heavy as the densest lead
Yet
all my cries escaped in vain—
none
but I could know my pain—
as,
surely, if some other knew
The
very same fate should find me too.
No
requiem for him could I contrive—
none
would know my dear was ever 'live—
No
funeral rites, no final rest
For
him whom Cornwall's son loved best.
No,
sweet Lucius, for all joy he gave
Could
not hope even for a grave
And
I, his love, could dare not ask it—
thus
my final embrace shall be his casket,
And
red would mingle with Blond once more
When
I meet him, soon, at Heaven's door.
