A Ballad for my taste

The warm orange lights

as the fearful cold bites

my heart forlorn that night

wondered at the glowing sight.

 

The shadows daintily danced

romance on the hillside I watched

their lives forever framed

across the screen the puppets played.

 

“You’re mine my dear” –

sang the shepherd insincere

the maiden of the meadow

in love like a doe.

 

Nestled in his chest, my brother’s

I felt safe as houses

he dares anything for me

he’s all I have, you see.

 

Out there, as my shadow

lurked that man, my foe

under a curse to kill

haunted, hunting me still.

 

Vivid is the deception

of man since conception

tragedy struck soon after

the beloved – an evil crafter.

 

Slain she lay under the tree

not a blade of grass stain-free

innocent blood flowed forth

betrayed by love, with flair. unfair.

 

As the curtains came down

my face set in a frown

knew there was much more

in the great plot, that’s sour.

 

An epic battle about to begin

death and demise follows in

nothing but my brother

separates me from the killer.

 

Weighed down, grief brewed in me

to be or not to be…

I can’t lose – not him, not now

sacrifice of love, it’s the end, it’s time…

 

Life is after all a shadow play

a quest of destiny, shall I say?

The jewel of Truth lay bare so rare

hidden beneath the shadows of care.

 

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