Rescued by moonlight
by cricketjeff on November 1, 2008. © Jeff Green, All rights reserved
[Rear view of a lady in a beautiful dress gazing at the moon]
The castle walls are old and cold and hold me fast inside
The King will not permit our wedding banns
When we first met I knew that you were not to be denied
And now I am a part of all your plans
I’m held against my will but not by you
I’m waiting for the thrill of what you’ll do
The band of knights who flew to you were braver than the best
The King will have to worry where they are
The hard stone walls that hold his gold were built for such a test
But can they stand against your rising star
The tension in my heart begins to rise
The battle will unfold before my eyes
The banner of each knight so bright unfurls to ride the breeze
The King has all his archers at the walls
Defence will stand and I will sigh I’ve lost you with such ease
As men obey the urgent trumpet calls
The King was not dismayed he’d have to fight
He knew his castle proof against a knight
A sorcerer has ways and plays unknown to normal fools
The Knights are there to hold the regal gaze
Then you appear before my door immune to all the rules
Your dark green eyes are certain to amaze
A finger to your lips to still my shout
And I can see that you will get me out
The moon shines down so bright tonight above the battlefields
You start to mutter words of hidden power
Stone steps appear from streams of beams the silver moonlight yields
We walk above the castle for an hour
The knights below make show of all their arms
We spring the trap aloft on magic charms
Before the gates so vast at last you stand on steps of light
Your voice is loud directed at the King
“Illegal power so small shall fall now tremble in your might
You’ll rant and rail but cannot do a thing
My powers can only function for the good
And I’ll restore all freedoms as I should”
The castle walls now quake and shake the moon can hear each word
She reaches down and plucks away the stones
The soldiers of the King now spring their cause is too absurd
Their battle cries are turned to frightened moans
The castle simply melts into the dust
The King is left unshielded from the just
In ancient times such needs and deeds were met with magic’s shield
But now we have to face them on our own
The modern man can learn and earn and keep his freedoms steeled
And should not have to fight for right alone
The moon brought me my brightly shining knight
But you must look to other ways to fight
Author notes
The image is
Cry_for_the_Moon_-_by_Khimaereus_at_deviantart.com
The_poem_is_composed_in_iambic_sixains_with_a_bit_of_fun_internal_rhyming_and
7,5,7,5,5,5_beat_lines_to_each_stanza.
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