((Author's Notes:)) This is the 10th fiction I have ever posted on this site. I consider it something of an anniversary. This is also my first poem fic. I dedicate it to two people: Gothic-Rogue, for her constant friendship and love of poetry, and Loki'sRose for writing 'Mamma's Fairytale', the story from which the plot of this poem was completely stolen (I suggest you read it first, it's under my favorites.), and which was the first story with enough impact to inspire me to write a poem about it. So please review after reading this.
((Disclaimer:)) There is obviously no way I could have come up with these wonderful characters. Hmmm....guess they must be Marvel's. (plot's not mine either)
OF LOVE & DESERTION
As the beginning of midnight breaks
An impatient little girl sits and waits
Her two-toned hair will not stay in place.
No more than her feet, which are tempted to pace.
She sits there waiting throughout the night
Within the lap of a seer with no sight
At long last, the waiting is done.
A woman comes forth, and she is the one
Who will tell the child the story she likes
A new one this time; no princes, no knights.
She tells of a child, skin as blue as her own
Who was hated by people with hearts hard as stone
The mother she said, was chased far away
She ne're saw her son's face in the light of the day
She loved her young boy, yet leaving him, her choice
The woman concluded her tale with chok'd voice:
Never, ever desert someone you love.
You'd sooner accept wrath from Heaven above.
The girl then proclaimed she'd ne'er do such a thing,
When the seer's mind with a vision began, then, to ring.
She thought she saw color. Red-onyx eyes?
Would telling of the tears she saw there be wise?
Or was't a slight chill? Yes, that had been all.
Like the snows of Antarctica continuing to fall.
FIN
((Disclaimer:)) There is obviously no way I could have come up with these wonderful characters. Hmmm....guess they must be Marvel's. (plot's not mine either)
OF LOVE & DESERTION
As the beginning of midnight breaks
An impatient little girl sits and waits
Her two-toned hair will not stay in place.
No more than her feet, which are tempted to pace.
She sits there waiting throughout the night
Within the lap of a seer with no sight
At long last, the waiting is done.
A woman comes forth, and she is the one
Who will tell the child the story she likes
A new one this time; no princes, no knights.
She tells of a child, skin as blue as her own
Who was hated by people with hearts hard as stone
The mother she said, was chased far away
She ne're saw her son's face in the light of the day
She loved her young boy, yet leaving him, her choice
The woman concluded her tale with chok'd voice:
Never, ever desert someone you love.
You'd sooner accept wrath from Heaven above.
The girl then proclaimed she'd ne'er do such a thing,
When the seer's mind with a vision began, then, to ring.
She thought she saw color. Red-onyx eyes?
Would telling of the tears she saw there be wise?
Or was't a slight chill? Yes, that had been all.
Like the snows of Antarctica continuing to fall.
FIN