The Minstrel's Last Song
She was my only quest, a trek of the heart
I was drawn by my strings not from her to part.
She was the dawn of my life's days
She knew well my machinery of thoughts and ways.
No song or tune could I hum or sing in appeasement
Only dark confessions and futile lamentations.
Steps of my heart and pain of my soul
I loved her beyond emotion--her eyes made me whole.
A dropping of pain be felt each day of rising
A bird singing a song of doom and angels enticing.
She teased with silken walk and giggled a soft mock
While I was at crawl in tunes of sonnet upon the Hades rock.
Gates of life, Heaven and mystery open to her
And forsaken spiderwebs hang to shaky tier.
Rocks crumble and devils grumble
My music she heard while her smile was just a stumble.
Fingers sweating a depressing string
No poem, sonnet or lyrical song to sing.
I walked openly to this lass to soft
Oh, to lie and pass in the master's loft.
Dogs will howl and ravens will scowl
But my songs and soul are no one's trial.
And she starts her walk ever so slow
I pray now hiding my ugly life in bloody snow.
© 2016 Kenneth Avery