How Legends Are Born

How Legends Are Born

A Poem by Whiskurz

Two young lovers jumped to their death
On top of the old trussel bridge
Their bodies were found three days later
At the bottom of old mill ridge
A letter was found that told of their plight
On the ground where their bodies lay still
It said that this life forbid them to love 
But they vowed that death never will
A cross was placed on the ground where they lay
To mark where the lovers were slain
And when the moon is full, the people still see
Their spirits that seem to remain
Sometimes they're seen on top of the bridge
Just moments before they fall
They're still holding hands like two lovers do
Right before death comes to call
This story I've told you has no truth at all
So there's really no reason to mourn
I just wanted you to see how easy it can be
For this is how legends are born

© 2012 Whiskurz


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Added on May 12, 2012
Last Updated on May 12, 2012