For A Ballad And A Song
For A Ballad And A Song6 mins 21.1K 6 mins 21.1K
(I) In the placid shallows,
of a stormy, lonely lake;
Yew trees stand forlorn
weaving fearful shadows in their wake.
Young Lucy glitters in the moonlight dim,
she calls the woodland creatures forth;
Some come dragging, lost in a pall of gloom,
Others skitter in their momentary mirth.
Lucy tells tales in the twilight
And many a roll of laughter rack
the animals; Yet oft they
wipe their tears, and trudge home back.
The girl of the lagoon often sings songs,
and charms the sleepy bees,
She sings when the birds are born
And oft sings their final lullabies.
Today something was different, though,
Lucy resolved to tell the chronicle of her life;
Excluding that part about embroidered doilies,
She wove a tale of love, suspense and strife.
(II) Lucy was the daughter of a poet-king,
She was the fairest of the land,
Yet poetry and jewels were not for her,
She practiced swordsmanship on the glittering desert sand.
Many a noble begged her hand,
She bested them all in combat;
Unfortunately, she spurned a knight,
Whose liege lord was a princely brat.
The brat was crown prince to savage Silverstite,
The spurned knight, named Fulgrane;
Spluttered out the refusal to his sovereign
and that it was an insult to his suzerain.
Enraged, that brat's mother the queen,
Thought on how a kingdom to gain,
under the reason of avenging the insult,
Scheming, she sent her son to the thrashing river down.
(II) Lucy found the prince in the moaning river
Unknown was his true identity,
She healed him and kept an eye;
And to her despair, learnt she was getting senty.
Obviously, the faceless man and Lucy,
Began to fall for each other,
So Lucy in love brain-stormed
How to break the news to her father.
Lucy had once vowed to marry,
the man in combat she could not beat
Lucy and her lover had
And how the sparks flew when their swords met!
Lucy softened her stance,
and so did her lover;
The match was a tie and the
wedding knot was to be tied by the river.
(III) The wedding day dawned bright and sunny,
Yet in the imperial court a tumult arose;
"The bloody queen of Silverstite had
declared war on their Gravenrose!"
The wedding fled from Lucy's mind,
It was time for her to fight;
Yet the king, her father, gave not
permission to leave the throne room's sight.
Lucy felt shackled and left to find
comfort in the arms of her lover;
She looked for him everywhere, at last,
found him, weeping, under a shady bower.
Lucy soon understood, her lover,
was heir to the bloody queen,
Enraged, as she was, she agreed,
to leave with him, to escape, unseen.
(IV) Her prince left her in the care of an old forester,
the simple shepherd turned out to the knight
Fulgrane, yet Lucy had not been taught to
give up without a fair fight.
Mocking, Fulgrane told her of the prince's betrayal,
Not believing, she slew him with a kitchen cleaver,
And calling out to her prince, Lucy
ran up the banks of the subdued river.
Lucy found the enemy camp,
a little further upstream, and o'er heard the Queen,
conversing with her lad, "Both Lucy and the king
done away with, the battle will now be won clean."
(V) With the treachery, Lucy's heart broke,
She returned to find the king dead
Melancholy, donned her armor, led the soldiers into battle and filled the enemy with dread.
(Everyone lauded the warrior Lucy
Especially the arm-chair-defense-minister,
Cheered the army of Gravenrose wiped the floor,
with the evil queen and her son sinister.)
Gravenrose won the war,
The warrior princess was nowhere to be found;
They found her intact armor,
Her steed nickered, alone, on the battleground.
Young Lucy scarred and tired
Looked brightly into the lagoon's waters,
and fervently wished she was far
from dead lovers and dead fathers.
The waters welcomed Lucy in its bosom
And there Lucy remains till date;
Singing ballads, and giving advice,
and telling stories first rate.
("Thus ends my tale," said Lucy.)
The animals could not comprehend,
Cause betrayal, hatred for them doth not exist
Now the sun rose, and the animals fled
into the forest with the vanishing mist.
(Every dawn, when time stands still,
and even the reeds maintain silence)
Lucy's ghostly spirit sighed
and wished as she did for centuries,
She could return to purgatory,
Then back she went to the calm, clammy lake;
All but a ripple was left,
And a soft moan soon lost in the breeze.
Even everlasting sleep was welcome
And then as forever, in the new-born morning,
On the pristine water swam the ignorant
swan duck and geese.
They did not know what reposed in the depths.
A pretty creature I
flit among the roses,
Sending the bumblebees hurrying home
and butterflies sliding on cool breezes.
The handsome human prince of my heart
I hold for you the pixy light,
I hold your hand and prance along
I warm you in the wintry night.
You were burned when winter shifts to spring,
under the water bearers sign;
I, an ethereal sylph you, human,
yet my love for thee was true to me.
I and my brethren
enjoyed life immortal,
playing tricks for eons
yet I fell in a love futile.
Ours was a happy life,
spent on Spring meadows
Autumns and Summer in the orchard
and Winter with the does.
Yet you had to go,
and rescue the baby goat
Your fatal mistake left me weeping
by the meandering moat.
The kid pranced away
and browses daffodils till late
but I am still holding onto you
willing you back from Heaven' s Gate
I will not let you go
I swear the sylph spell in the race
ascend you to ethereal skies,
then let thee descend to the airy base.
The breath of a sleeping fairy child,
and a fairy death song have I brought,
I shall wake you once more, but what
you do, remember me not.
Be born again on the mortal plane,
and away from the forest shall you stay
willingly I sleep, but the elves won't
believe, and hunt you by the day.
In exchange for your life,
I give mine and your memories,
try not to remember, lover
I give all to the Lady of the trees
Be born again, my one and only
unlike mortals, you once saw more;
but never again will trees whisper to you
never will the birds sing forest lore.
Love is a precious thing
dearer than my lowly sylph life,
Love begets Life or Life begets Love
for me, that shall remain unsolved.
Yet always love, my lover
but never venture into the forest again;
not to taste Autumn's sweet fruits
and never in calm cold Winter.
The Summers you will pass in human lair,
and there will be neither of us to welcome in Spring
the fruit from the womb of the Pegasus mare.
And never again will I be found,
singing with the maidens of the sea
making merry with the dwarves,
remain happy, my love, but do not remember me.
The sylphs are a jealous race,
so be no longer a forest heathen
stay away from my home
for there will lurk my bloodthirsty brethren.
Now come back to me, my love
look into my eyes once more,
just one last time
before I find the eternal shore.
Each spell I recite
couched in deadly song,
all I can say, goodbye my love,
and I hope I have done no wrong.
Each word I speak brings me
closer to the brother of sleep,
love you may my prince,
but for me, never weep.