The young knight
Rode the lands
Seeking fortune, fame
and adventure
His trusty squire
Loyally riding
By his side
Last night
They heard a
Very terrible tale
There was a black witch
A very pale skinned woman
Beautiful to the eyes
Yet black in her soul
She searched the lands
In a rickety old
Flying boat
Young girls she sought
Tricking them in their dreams
To fly away
Where did she take them
The knight asked
Thinking the witch
Had a great treasure
The squire weeped
Wondering what
Happened to the girls
The scared men
Pointed the same way
And said, “The Weeping Woods”
Then an old woman spoke
The Weeping Woods
Will tremble your heart
And unwrap your soul
She caressed their faces
Fill your heart with care
Be not petty
Puzzled were
Knight and squire
As they prepared to go
Days later they found
The Dreaded Weeping Woods
There they camped
Under a great old tree
They slept deeply
As clouds gathered
Making a storm
Lightning struck the tree
Setting the frightened
Horses free
Squire and knight awake
To a tree fully ablaze
The flames speak
In whispers and taunts
The knight sees
His father
Mad
The squire sees
His home
Lost
The knight cowers
To his father
The squire
Faces the flames
The knight screams
And runs away
Mad
The squire finds
Quietness under a tree
Untouched
Alone the squire must go
Seeking the black witch
Now knowing his heart
His soul knighted from above
Aug 12, 2015
Aug 12, 2015 at 9:31 AM UTC
The young knight
Rode the lands
Seeking fortune, fame
and adventure
His trusty squire
Loyally riding
By his side
Last night
They heard a
Very terrible tale
There was a black witch
A very pale skinned woman
Beautiful to the eyes
Yet black in her soul
She searched the lands
In a rickety old
Flying boat
Young girls she sought
Tricking them in their dreams
To fly away
Where did she take them
The knight asked
Thinking the witch
Had a great treasure
The squire weeped
Wondering what
Happened to the girls
The scared men
Pointed the same way
And said, “The Weeping Woods”
Then an old woman spoke
The Weeping Woods
Will tremble your heart
And unwrap your soul
She caressed their faces
Fill your heart with care
Be not petty
Puzzled were
Knight and squire
As they prepared to go
Days later they found
The Dreaded Weeping Woods
There they camped
Under a great old tree
They slept deeply
As clouds gathered
Making a storm
Lightning struck the tree
Setting the frightened
Horses free
Squire and knight awake
To a tree fully ablaze
The flames speak
In whispers and taunts
The knight sees
His father
Mad
The squire sees
His home
Lost
The knight cowers
To his father
The squire
Faces the flames
The knight screams
And runs away
Mad
The squire finds
Quietness under a tree
Untouched
Alone the squire must go
Seeking the black witch
Now knowing his heart
His soul knighted from above
First poem in the Black Witch Saga
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