Author's Note: Alright, this takes place with John Ralfe. I REALLY hate him and he completely annoys me. Ralfe is in his backyard, watching Pocohontas dance about, then he sees her climb a tree, and decides it's time to make her a lady. It is told from John Ralfe's prespective. Who will save her from the mask she is forced to wear?
She was on the tree, for the fourth time today,
I told her, this was not a women's way,
She was angry, "Well than what is correct way?"
But I knew she didn't want to hear what I had to say,
And so I walked off, leaving her again in the grass,
Knowing she was quite a wild young lass,
I belive, she will be hard to tame
It's unbelivable that she even knows her name!
What an uncivalized creature that prances,
All she does is speak nonsence and goes about in her dances,
She really has no proper brain,
She once even danced in the rain!
A crazy lunatic, some may say,
Ah, but my work comes with a pay,
And the kind will be glad when I bring this mad-women to court,
I just hope she'll act in a different sort.
Wait a moment, did I hear a knock?
Oh my, I better have checked the clock.
Ah yes, the guests must have come,
Now I must get this native to learn to fetch rum.
"Oh be a human, and learn to serve men!"
She turns angerly, "I am a human! You just lock me in a pen!"
"Don't speak such nonsense, and change into a dress!"
She comes closer and whispers, "You know what I'll wear? Hm, Rafle, just guess..."
Then suddenly yells, "WHATEVER I WANT, YOU PEST!"
Sometimes, I swear she is just like a child...
Except with children, they aren't wild!
There goes that knock, and I sigh and answer the door,
And frown when all I see is a street women, poor.
She holds out her hands, "Spare for the needy?"
I simply close the door, for today I feel greedy,
From behind, Pocohontas pushes me down,
She growls angerly and pins me to the ground
"You're a greedy man with nothing of a heart"
She punches my stomach and I feel something inside tear apart,
Then gets up and swings the door open, with money in her hand,
And gives the poor lady, something other than sand,
Old women takes it gratefully and wolfs it down in hunger,
She sees me on the ground and gives a look of wonder,
But that was all I see before the native walked back inside,
And helps me back up with a glance thats deadly-like.
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In the middle of the night, I wake up from a crash,
A 'Clank, wham, boom' and a 'BASH!'
I pull on my clothes and rush down the stairs,
Then suddenly, I see Pocohontas one of her smiles, rares.
She is crying, tears pour down her face,
In her arms, was a man, locked tight in her embrace,
"Smith" she whispers into his ear,
And the man whom she hugs, sheds a tear.
"Who are you?" I yell in fright,
"I know it was you that broke in at the night!"
The man just stares and brushes his hand across her cheek,
He has muscles everywhere, and I suddenly feel weak,
"I see that you want the girl" I say with a plan in my brain,
"Take her, shes yours! Here, take some of the grain!"
I rush the the cabinets and pull out a loaf of bread as an offer of peace,
But when I return, no one was there to feast,
And I sigh in relief when I notice they had left,
And I check around, to look for any theft.
But all there remained was a broken window in which the stranger came,
And he left without even a name...
Well, there goes the money that I wanted so bad...
Perhaps I should have appreciated more, the things that I had.
Pocohontas is gone, and with her, that man,
I rush to the window and watch as they ran,
Far, far away from the lights of the city,
And into the wild where no one gives a pity,
And into the wild that kills all in it's path,
And into the wild where you feel torture and wrath,
And into the wild that the savages dwell,
And into a story that someone has yet to tell...
Author's Note: Hey guys, I hope you all liked it. I think this was one of my most successful poems, and one of the longest. This poem was dedicated to Liana and Jhel, the two most wonderful, inspirational, talented friends any person could ask for. Thanks guys, heres to you!