Mar 6, 2011

State of the Poem

Saint Lucia

Afore
The hands of the Almighty
Can be a terrible weight;
Few have the spine of the saints

Love is the greatest of gifts;
And to whom much is given,
Much must be given in kind.

Promises made in His name
Should not be lightly broken,
Nor bartered for ill got gains.

So to the baronies of
Lammermoor and Ravenswood,
Came the right Earl of Lewis

To give his grace and judgment
On desperate acts of greed
And forlorn hearts torn apart.

Acts of the Blind
The maiden, Lucia, lost rein
As her mount tore across moor;
Heaven provided Edgar.

From over the River Dee,
He saved her at the cliff's edge
And fell into deepest love.

Their act went not unnoticed
By Normans, who'd spooked her horse
Brother Henry knew 'fore night.

Time and again on dark moors
Lover's met in secret vale
Drawn to a happy promise.

Edgar had to be away,
The Earl's missives to carry;
Pledges sealed with sweet kisses.

Already robbed all he could
From Edgar's faithful servants
Henry's greed hungered for more.

Arthur was sent proposal;
Henry would break Lucia's vow
For half Baron Bucklaw's gold.

Acts of Deception
Lucia's beauty was renown,
A flame to Arthur, heirless,
So to Lammermoor he came.

Henry knew to sway Lucia,
Edgar must seem the vile cad;
A forgery, another's vow.

The table sat, Lucia twixt
Conspirators plied sweet words,
But Lucia kept her own peace.

The Norman brought the false note
To the table with loud voice;
Lucia's cry drowned in hurrahs.

Henry pressed his advantage;
Lost with broken heart adrift,
Lucia gave in to her fate.

Arthur, proud to be the groom,
Set the date for the morrow,
Lest Lucia's willingness die.

The whole Isle was invited,
The biggest feast ever held;
Wedding two noble houses.

Acts of Regret
The wedding feast in full row,
Tables set, the wine aflow,
Liberties taken and giv'n.

Edgar arrived at ev'ntide,
He believed not eyes nor ears;
His love, married, was too much.

He spared no words for his scorn,
Told his love she'd pierced his heart;
He was true to only her.

When Lucia showed the letter,
Edgar knew she'd been deceived.
He sought Henry's heart with his sword.

Unable to bear the lies,
Lucia stabbed Arthur in bed,
Fled from scene and sanity,

Ran into a lightning flash,
Lost to all who loved and used,
To roam all of Lammermoor.

Edgar, vowed to join Lucia,
Fell upon the burning ground,
His sword placed there before him.

Be Resolved
The Earl placed his judgment seat
In the Ring of Callanish
Twas there he pronounced his words;

As God's justice for low men
Who seek to do sore evil
To each other and inn'cents

So they come to the devil's
Own end and find their dread souls
Cast into the selfsame pit.

The men of Lewis dug three
Days and tossed the bodies in,
Their titles buried with them.

Now the ev'ntide can sometimes
Be rent by the Lady's moans,
Wronged in life, barred from heaven.

Duin

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