Oh Sweet Maiden

In a dark and lonely night,

On a dank and dirty floor,

A fair maiden as pale as light,

In a placid slumber she resides,

Neither the twigs that grace her hair,

Nor the soil that stain her amber,

Hinders the magnificence her beauty shines.

And I being forever a gentleman,

Call her out to improve her den.

But her eyes flutter not,

Nor does her calm face show crease.

I wander closer to try once more,

But in a trance I cannot move.

For I'm captivated by the fair maiden,

And the sweet slumber where she now resides.

I feel no urge to quicken her awakening,

But soon I break free of these restraints,

And attempt to shake her from slumber,

But my hands soon realise,

She is but as cold as ice,

And as I lift her hand to check a pulse,

I find none, nor the sound of breath.

It is then with a tingling chill I realise,

That I cannot wake her,

From the sweet slumber where she now resides......

Reviews

[the raven's scream]

One thing to say: Beautifully great! You are very talented!

[quinfinn]

cleverly written and beautifully worded, this write weaves a tragedy of discovery. upon discovering her condition he discovers his own....in so many words, heartbreaking.

[Jack...]

This was nice but it left me with questions. Was this woman someone he just happened upon or was this a love he has now lost? Does he feel sadness at his discovery?

[PoeticVandal]

Just a women he happened upon.

[PoeticVandal]

No sadness. Just shock