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Chans't And Lost~Rime Royale

by Sam Richmond

Chans't and Lost

Whilst twisted doth the honeysuckle twine
'round whited trellis crown atop her gate
Lit candle 'pon the sill doth well define
My course, my cause and on this night my fate
Fair Gen'vieve's heart tremble whilst she wait
And pray the master wake not from his sleep
Now staid the steed, on silent foot I creep

As Gen'vieve lay hand to lintle stone
A glance is chans't to courtyard here below
Then flicker'd flame find palor pale as bone
From cherry lips slip whisper whisper'd low
Sweet William will ye save me from my woe
I answer on allegiance of last breath
We'll have this night together or have death

I lift her softly down and then we flee
But hounds awake excited of our scent
Bound to the horse, I pull her up to me
A single shot ring out, two hearts are rent
As one we fall and know that all is spent
One sweetened smile, one softened sigh of bliss
One moment only left to press a kiss.



05/28/2011

Posted on 05/28/2011
Copyright © 2024 Sam Richmond

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Clara Mae Gregory on 05/29/11 at 01:01 PM

So tragically, beautifully sad....except for that moment of bliss of the kiss. nice work, I was very captivated by the telling of this old story.

Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 05/29/11 at 05:37 PM

You pack a lot of emotion and action into this poem. It's fun to read the old words. You handle them well. Star crossed, but oh, that kiss! Thank you.

Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 11/05/11 at 12:00 AM

A memorable view of the doomed romance of Queen Gueneviere.

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