Far Away

Today we were supposed to mine our own material for post ideas.  I’d started another narrative poem a while back, so I took the opportunity to finish it.  I hope you enjoy! 🙂

connectionA long time ago
In a land far away,
There lived a young woman
Who dreamed of the day
When her lover would take her
Far, far away,

Far from the world
She had known all her life,
A world full of greed
And heartache and strife,
Where change was wrought
With the blade of a knife.

But year after year
And day after day,
The man that she dreamed of
Remained far away,
Waiting and hoping
And longing to say

To the woman he loved,
“I’m on my way.”
But duty and honor
Stood in his way,
Along with his father,
Who demanded delay.

But the young prince would not
Be stalled for too long,
No matter how much his father
Declared rescue was wrong.
“I don’t believe you –
Our love is strong,

“And I’ll prove it to you,
For I know you are wrong.”
The prince gathered a force
Ten thousand strong
To save his true love
Ere the next day was gone

From greed and from heartache,
And a life without mirth.
But when they arrived
In the land of her birth
And saw how life hinged
On what you were worth,

The prince knew that his love
Was not alone in her need
To be saved from a life
Fueled mainly by greed,
And so to his men he did call
To follow his lead.

They waged war on corruption
And fought battles aplenty,
Disposing of all
Who were more than twenty
And desperately clung to
The mores of the gentry.

But at last from their wealth
The people were freed,
No more did they hunger
For riches; indeed,
They longed only for that
Which they truly did need.

So grateful were they
To the prince and his men
That they named him their king,
Right there and then,
And with his new wife beside him,
He was the happiest of men.

His reign saw great peace
Spread throughout the land;
His people respected him
For his honest command.
And when at last it was time
For him to take Death’s icy hand,

There was much weeping and
Moaning in every house.
Tears flowed from every
Man, woman, and mouse,
But no one cried more
Than did his own spouse.

She sobbed till she couldn’t
Sob any more,
Then she laid herself down
In his tomb on the floor,
And joined him in sleeping

If you enjoyed this poem, there are plenty more where it came from!  Check out my poetry collections, Tuesday Daydreams and A Song for All Seasons, for more.  And if you’re in the area, stop on in at Smith’s General Store in Gladbrook tonight from 5:00-7:00 p.m. and I’ll sign your book for you!

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