LAMENT By George, sales@quillepenne.co.uk In sweet repose let the spirit of I your son return Smoke, swirling spectres, mocking sighs The misty veil of time unfurling A jarring ring of fairie bells All contrast With manly pride (in chains) a'stirring A sigh, eternal life the bane of man Could you believe a witch's spite Would condemn a healthy intellect To aimless wanderings ? Such inner strife No longer mighty master More a helpless pawn Slave to a perverted desire Hers? An unrequited lust My denial? Well call it chivalry As Knight-errant, bold I rode To slay an evil person To free the land, uphold the law To cleanse a frightened nation Oh so easily, snared, like a rabbit Helpless I lay Entranced by magic She a sorceress, I a knight My vow, a criterion, for which to die No dingy cavern, rather a bed of roses Captive kept alive Dependant on a whim, hers, for my dignity Lord, Guardian, of my vows Let me die as befits a man! In battle, my courage whole God, creator, instigator of my life Let my spirit lie in peace With evocations of ages long since past The spell began What cared I? I could not leave that accursed place Doomed to re-live My soul in other forms to lie Thraldom was her offer Or immortality she would gift Cause me to wander outlawed from my race Free me from this binding Release me from my woe Christ Show me the haven where all warrior's travel Valhalla I name thee Olympus I crave thee Somebody Show me the bridge where all warriors hasten The home in the sky where all mankind go I yielded to her passion To evade an endless life Shackled to a bed of roses Captive, kept alive She showed me who was stronger I was no match for her wiles Lucinda Squatting on me, forcing me to serve. To lick her pubic forest Drink her bitter wine I traded love and honour To be treated as a pet Captive for her pleasure Barely kept alive LAMENT (2) 1 Still fastened to a bed of nettles 2 Captive to her pride Tethered by leash to Lucinda's wrist She frequently will taunt me All I aspire to Brought crashing down Ridiculed Left dispossessed On my knees Between her thighs Breathing in her pungent smells Mourning for my wasted life Kneeling on a bed of roses Freed by the sleeping hours I speed On a long barren winding I partake of the breeze To unlock residual knowledge I face the coming night All confidence assaulted Tragic sight A deep journey into spirit lands I seek the mage of ages To free me from my plighted word To nullify a threatened curse My armour once a mighty ward Is shattered by her standing tall Pursued by evil, demons, Jinns I dream of jousting The pleasant things Mendicant For my bitter shame An hero unworthy of his name How do I triumph over her? My self respect regain Loose me from my shackles Acquit me from my plight Asgard The hall, where all supplicants gather Minerva, Please hear me Hera, I'll serve thee A Templar, snared and fallen so low Azrael, Protector, Bright angel of death Come visit my chamber I'll welcome your breath Speed my journey to pastures new I'll pay the debt that I must accrue I loathe the hour that I must awake I see the portal, sense the gate No guardian angel to greet me home Just the smell of scented roses Quelling and entrancing me Lucinda, smiling, prettily She leads me, docile, as a child (Guides me to her cave of roses) On eiderdown and bed of straw I quit my struggle, close that door I'm now wedded to her steely mind A knight, a warrior, in his prime Oh so easily caught Senseless I lay Cloaked by her magic She a sorceress I her slave My vow? In tatters for foolish pride! I am the huntress That all men should fear To encounter my weavings Will cost you most dear I'll place on you chains and conquer your soul Use your young body to satiate mine There is no escape Once I've supped of your blood From Lucinda the Temptress My handsome young stud