"stableboy" poems
Sit with me and listen
To a cold and wintry tale,
A story of castles, and snow
That covers hill and vale.
Inside stone walls a servant
Lived plainly all her years
She cooked the meals and washed the clothes
Keeping hidden all her fears.
For late at night the king,
In his drunkenness and greed,
Would push the girl into the stables
And attack her with his steed.
The mornings left her bruised
And unable to move.
The stableboy came and lifted her up
And washed off the marks of hooves.
One day that stableboy
Took the servant's hands,
"Run away with me," he said to her,
"Let's escape these horrid lands."
Yuletide reared its head,
The snow fell long and hard,
The servant and the stableboy
Prepared to depart.
But that fateful Christmas night,
After all were sound asleep,
The king once more to the horses
Dragged the girl from her keep.
He set the biggest stallion
To attack the poor little *****
All her bones were broken,
Her body lay on a bench.
Even today in the stables,
You can still hear the talk
Of the stableboy and the servant girl
Preparing their long walk.
Nov 20, 2012
Nov 20, 2012 at 4:29 PM UTC