Poetry by Jeff Green

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The doomed bride

by cricketjeff on December 1, 2008.  © Jeff Green, All rights reserved


My master bade me bear her here
Where he would win her heart with fire
The maiden trembles in her fear
The victim of his vain desire
      She’ll wait for him she has no choice
      The evil forces thus conspire
      She’s held by his remembered voice
      The victim of his vain desire
The dreams he wove now fill her mind
With songs composed for daemon’s choir
She’s left redemption far behind
The victim of his vain desire
      My master bade me bear her here
      The victim of his vain desire

My heart is filled with doom and dread
And sounds that echo from his lyre
Inveigle her to join the dead
The victim of his vain desire
      The wedding banns will be proclaimed
      And ring like bells from highest spire
      This path for her was preordained
      The victim of his vain desire
And I his humble stead must fade
I dare not face his awesome ire
I could perhaps have saved the maid
The victim of his vain desire
      My heart is filled with doom and dread
      The victim of his vain desire

Author notes

A double Kyrielle sonnet