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They come for you my love,

A wall of men and horses,

Shuddering, bobbing, straining and panting,

Hooves fighting and digging the ground,

Sparking and shattering the stone,

They know what you did,

They fear what you’ll do,

They snarl as they lunge for you,

Hearts red and eyes full,

Swords ready, over land flying,

Flying the rood and roving forwards,

Water splashing around their ploughing,

Cutting through bush, murk and mud,

They come closer, ever closer,

They never stop and they never rest,

They want what you took,

They want what you freed,

They want the blood of love,

To rape my longing,

And crush my cause,

They come for your blood,

Their hard and angry honour,

To cut and bludgeon my love,

Feed an angel to the earth,

Glut the grass with gore,

They come but they will not take,

They seek but they will not find,

I walked into them that wanted me,

They gave me to my old master,

And he was pleased to again hold me,

I gave him a drink of steel as my gift,

And dashed his life over the sheets of his lust,

I was over him, shuddering hate, in his last bed,

When they found us together there,

And now I am to die though I do not fear,

For I have saved my only reason,

And written you my proof,

Forgive me and strive my heart,

Grow and flower with each season,

They come for you no longer my love,

My brave, my free, feral young heathen.

Keyword: love romance tragic tragedy lovers damsel maiden persecution persecuted murder chase hench-men

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Posted by R.E.Potter 2008-03-01 13:52:45 ,,, Had a biblical feel to it. Interesting poem. I have no ability to write a poem like this... hats off + Report this comment
Posted by Sad Sara 2008-03-02 02:13:32 Hmm... As yer know, I am fair well enough reading between the lines, so I can see what yer got goin' on here. And yer call me cheeky? lol Very clever 'Anna + Report this comment
Posted by gsaracen 2008-03-02 04:20:32 thanks ty anna and potter. Yeah there's a medievel thing going on there. I am a bit primitive in that I like to write poetry that has rhyme and rythm... this one does not have enough of either, so I was a bit nervous. I just wrote it on gut instinct of what "felt" sort of right. And yes Anna... you do see beyond the window-dressing. :) + Report this comment
Posted by UrzTrly 2008-03-09 21:22:07 Well your gut instinct was dead on... Very nice...like the story in there. The language was eloquent but efficient...not too soppy. Great job! I'm wondering about the image at the top there...is that a unicorn? Can't really tell, but it almost looks like a medival hunting tapestry. Anything to do with your poem? + Report this comment

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