Poetry - Young Girl of Sixteen/The Visitor/The Duel/Four Minute Warning

Sleeping peacefully.

Their breathing in gentle rhythm,

With the morning breeze,

Drifting softly through the half drawn blinds.

The two of them.

In their silent world,

They lay in a cocoon,

Of tranquil starlight,

Which shares their dreams of a pleasant memory.

The two of them.

The world awakes,

With the morning symphony,

Of a new dawn.

Through the blinds a shaft of morning sunlight finds,

The two of them.

The young girl awakes.

Startled at the sight of her naked body, exposed to his gaze.

Hurriedly she closes the blinds to hide the guilt of,

The two of them.

The young girl blushes, As the naked stranger awakes,

And comes to her.

Sobbing she runs away from that room,

But not the memory of,

The two of them.

She came to him.

As the first fiery tendrils of the summer dawn,

Reached across the crimson sky.

She came to him.

Softly as the gentle breeze weaving its rhythm,

Over a silvery sea with a sigh,

She came to him.

Amidst the morning songs wafting through the air,

Her tread as a child’s first breath,

She came to him.

As he stirred and opened his eyes,

Lips moving but never a sound

She came to him.

As his eyes pleaded for relief,

From his limbless body,

She came to him.

And a smile graced his lips,

As if he knew the pain would end,

She came to him.

He felt her breath pure and sweet,

As the light began to dim and fade.

She came to him.

Silently, as graceful as dawn’s first light,

Then on his lips she placed the kiss of death.

She left him.

Alone and cold,

Another forgotten hero,

In a forgotten land.

Standing before me his sword in hand,

The finest swordsman in this land.

My dearest friend so straight and tall,

Tis he she loves a bove men all.

Watching silently a rose in her hand,

The finest lady in this land.

My dearest love my fate on her breath,

Will she turn her back and await my death?

The rose is cast at his feet,

She turns away her smile is so sweet.

My sword is drawn and I take his thrust,

And my life ebbs away as I lay in the dust,

And my final thoughts fade away to naught.

How swift the years float by,

Your thoughts your dreams your hopes,

The meaningless things that are;

Remembered then forgotten without a second glance.

Then comes that day when the world stands still,

Every word, every thought, every glance,

Seems to fill a life time of your heart,

You hang on, it seems important now,

To live every second to the full,

And cling to every ray of hope.

Before the pain of growing twilight

Turns to darkness on your world.