The Courting of Bell

I wrote this poem when I was around 16 years old or so and just found it today while digging through a box of stuff. So..yeah. I’m going to post it anyway.

 

Watching time slip through the glass,

the wizard counts the hours.

He’s lost his only love,

she now lies amongst the flowers.

 

He has lived through centuries,

seen many times before.

Still there is only one for him

but one that he adores.

 

He travelled years to find her

beyond distance, time and space,

longing for her tender caress

from memories of her face.

 

Into the castle’s courtyard

he followed love’s sweet song,

past gardens full of roses

as the day grew long.

 

He rush in past the fountain,

beneath the dragon’s lair,

his heart turned to a mass of stone

as he saw her lying there.

 

The dagger lie beside her

crimson touched its tip,

he chest neither rose nor fell,

no breath escaped her lips.

 

He cursed the Gods above him,

for making his death slow.

With a sweeping hand he closed her eyes,

the last time they would show,

 

He roams the world uncertain

if they will ever meet again

and blames himself for leaving her

and causing her such pain.

 

Once in every lifetime,

he finds she is reborn

and once in every lifetime

apart their love is torn.