This is the begining of a much longer poem that I\'ve been thinking of. Tell me what you think.
Knocking
Once and once and once before,
I heard a knocking at my door.
The wind, it howled. The trees did bend.
The Azure Sun dwindled, at day?s end.
Once?caution held my hand, fear shook my knees.
I reached to the peg, and took down my keys.
Twice?curiosity battled fear, but fear proved no match.
So in the dark of darkest night, curiosity turned the latch.
You stood in the downpour, dark hair plastered down,
wary in eyes of blue, distrust in a frown.
Dress and cloak torn, with dirt on your hands,
there was no greater beauty in all of the lands.
?Good Sir,? said you, voice small and meek,
?Please let me enter.? A tear on your cheek.
?I cannot tell you who I am, nor what I have done.
But I am so tired, I can no longer run.?
With that you fell forward, into my arms,
never knowing that I had fell to your charms.
Who was this lovely woman, what was her name?
Long did I ponder, till third knocking came.
At the door again, I peeked though the crack.
Four armored guard stood peeking back.
?No Sirs, I have seen no one,? I promptly lied.
They left in the storm, never seeing inside.
You slept though the night, the fire kept high.
The question I needed was not who?but why?
Why the running? Why the fear? Why the distrust?
Why, oh why did I need you so near?
Sleep took my wonderings just before dawn.
When I awoke, I found you were gone.
I feared the worse as I woke with a start.
But I found nothing taken, besides my heart.
~~~
Twice and twice and twice before,
came you tapping at my door.
The wind, it sang. The trees did bloom.
The Sun shown brightly about my room.
Once?first woke me from morning?s rest.
I scrubbed my eyes and quickly dressed.
Once again?stomping my boots as I rushed down the stairs.
The sight through the door took me unawares.
In deep cowled cloak, though the day was warm,
you stood in my doorway, as you had in the storm.
Your blue eyes bedazzled, my heart stopped dead,
for here was the woman many weeks in my head.
?Good Sir,? you whispered as you pulled back the hood,
?I had no chance to thank you, and knew that I should.
I gave no reason for trust, and had no place to hide.
You?d best cast me away.? But I let you inside.
I sat you at the table, I had something to say.
?The guards came that night, to take you away.
I sent them elsewhere. I kept you safe.
I wished you no harm,? I said to the waif.
?I owe you my life. I owe you my soul,\"
your voice quavered, tears fell out of control.
?That night was my death, its jaws open wide.?
I held you close, and you softly cried.
I whispered of nothing, to pass the time.
I spoke of my life, but not of your crime.
Your weeping subsided, your eyes shone bright.
A hope lit my heart, kindled one stormy night.
You rose from my arms, the cowl pulled ahead.
You walked to the door, your face turning red.
You passed through the doorway, but before was gone,
said you over shoulder, ?I will see you anon.?
continued...if you like...
*edit* wrong pronouns :rolleyes:
