The lost song

A Poem by Leeba

Fantasy and fiction tangled together...

Moving to a tall unknown tree

He hid under the canopy,

Leaving no trace behind,

Embracing the anonymity,
Looking out to meet his mate,

He starts the song of life.

He is heard by all.

From wild to gentle beings,

Whole jungle awaits for his voice,

The nightingale's voice.

Nightingale sang of the princess of Deutschland's castle,
The most beautiful girl ever born on earth,
Laura, the kindest girl ever born on earth.
She had hazel eyes which glowed on her smile.
The king's pretty daughter,
Her mother queen's most favorite,
The common man's deity goddess,
She was loved and cared by all...
She had everything.

Deep inside her soul, she felt lacking.
She wanted something,
Something she could not understand.
Some kind of unknown vacuum.
The songs she sang were sad.
She painted of a girl sitting at the tower top window,
Waiting for some strange guest.
She frequently dreamt of a young man,
A strange man with golden cuff on his right hand.
He had a scar on his left forehead.
She tried to find him.
She searched for him everywhere,
In the town, in the meadows, in the ballrooms,
But all in vain.

Seasons rolled by.
Laura's favorite autumn was gone,
Shattering winter grabbed the city.
Their enemy clan, she always heard with fear,
Flounced to attack the territory.
Her country fought with valor,
Soldiers showed their love to their country,
bracing death in the act.
The king led his troops bravely,
The queen wept for their country.

With pale face Laura watched the enemies marching,
Straight to her royal castle,
And in the next moment, she turned paler.
She looked closely, wishing she was wrong, But,
The man in the front,
The one who led the enemy clan,
He was the one in her dreams!!!!!

Selezk saw a beautiful girl standing,
Holding the pillar on the top balcony.
She was pale, may be with fear, he thought,
She had the most beautiful hair he ever saw,
She had the innocence of a little lamb,
She had the beauty of the goddess.
Could she be the heir?
He was not sure since she wore no jewellery,
No silk clothes, or any sort of luxury.

Their eyes met as he neared the castle.
Her gaze was so intense, that,
His rock heart got melted in no time.
He felt as if he knew her.
Had I met her before??
He did not remember,
But he was sure that he knew her,
May be from some previous births.
He felt like she was a part of him.
He felt like he got his lost soul back.
The feeling inside his heart,
That was something he never believed exist,
Love at first sight.

Laura was back in her senses.
The enemy clan soldiers were praising their ruler,
The young warrior king, Selezk.
He brought them such a prestigious win,
Their long term enemies down.

Slogans were shouted, horns of triumph blown,
The whole area was echoing with the noises.
Laura saw her father's defeated soldiers,
held captives, with heads down, near the entrance.
She searched for her father, but he was nowhere.
She could think what would have happened.
To protect his land, his people, his beloveds,
With fortitude, he gave his blood.
Tears gushed out of her closed eyes.
Her beloved father, he was no more.

Her man of dreams,
He made her country fall,
He was the reason for losing her father,
Her man of dreams,
The stranger with golden cuff and scar,
The one she loved without even seeing,
The one whose heart beat just for her,
The one she waited for in the tower top,
She can never have him.

She was torn in the tug of war,
War between the love for her father,
And the strange man of her dreams.
She cannot forget her father,
Nor can she forget her man,
She felt desperate and shaken.

Selezk was eager to meet the girl,
The girl he saw at the balcony.
He climbed the stairs of royal palace,
with his heart beating surprisingly faster.
He strode fast through the ballroom,
Passing the huge mirror along the wall,
His way was halted by a large wooden door,
Which opened with a creaking sound on his push.
What he saw in there, took his breath away.

His innocent goddess girl lying in the floor,
With a gold-plated knife struck,
Deep into her heart.
She was wriggling in pain.
He ran up to her, took her head in hands,
with tears running past his cheeks.
Please, dont die... he murmured in her ears.
She looked into his eyes,
A beautiful curve came on her lips,
Her alluring smile.
She uttered tremblingly,
My strange man of dreams,
My stranger with golden cuff......

© 2015 Leeba

Author's Note

my first attempt ...

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Prashant Pandey

Awesome. A poem cum a story. this was unique and in flow. Liked it.

Posted 10 Years Ago

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Bear

I cant believe this is a first attempt, it is very polished and so well written it makes me think of Alfred lord Tennyson styling. I look forward to reading more of you work, thank you for sharing.