As in Olden Days

What's happened to the two of us?
She reappears, no beauty now, a
Gray and wrinkled matron, though
Her voice, so strangely, is the same,
As are her eyes, and I, a hollowed,
Haggard iteration of the former
Swain, who'd flush and flourish
For her, feel myself succumbing
Once again. Almost lover ten times
Over, at the ready, more or less, to try
To save this one, a damsel? No,
But in distress. "My sweet, I have
No horse to mount. I've neither
Armor, nor a sword, but tell me
What I need to do to save you,
And I'll try my best." A damsel's
Eyes look back at me. Her voice
Responds, "You have."



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2013-01-21 at 19:58

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