I decided to try my hand at writing a Celtic style romantic tragedy. I think it turned out… sad… but otherwise okay. I also can’t figure out why everything is being double spaced, even after I removed all the formatting. I’ll just retype this later to get it formatted right. Or maybe not. I guess it looks fine double spaced, and works well enough for a poetry format.
Waves crash upon rocky shores
Stars glitter in the misty skies
Winds sing through thick forests
No roads running in or out
In a town without a name
Within a man, young and prime
Tends his fields of rich soiled crops
A long days work finds him gone
Resting on the moonlit cliff
Outside a town without a name
Pondering old life, long forsaken;
Crimes repented, robbings returned,
Though many hardened could not forgive
Afraid for life, fleeing his enemies,
To a town without a name
Moonlight reflecting on cresting waves
Casting glittering mists into the air
Wash through his hair, cleaning the day
Relaxing tense, honest worked limbs
In a town without a name
Among the roars of colliding waters
Rises a voice, calm and sweet
Greeting him happily in the evening air
Tunes soothing, emanating from
A village without a name
Heart pounding uncontrollably
He turns to see the lovely lady
Standing next to him where they first met
Upon the misty, grassy Cliffside
Outside a town without a name.
Her soft hand grips his own
As her strawberry hair waves in the wind
Her deep keen eyes reveal intelligence great
As her beautiful lips speak cool comfort
Outside a town without a name
Their lips touch, ever so lightly
And arrangements for later are remembered
Passionately they lay in arms
Holding on to the memories of night
Outside a town without a name
Through far lands, a cry comes
Torches against the disturbed black sky
Proceeding ever towards a dark memory
A dark shadow which long ago fled
To a town without a name
Angry mobs march through fields
Casting torches into dry brush
Crawling towards innocent lives
Threatening the once quiet shelter
Of a town without a name
Crackling flames peak in the sky
Screams pierce the peaceful air
As a man turns from a cliff
To see his beloved new home as such
The town without a name
Running to help quell the flames
And stop those who threaten life
He thinks of the joy and smiles shared
And love he felt in his home
Of a town without a name
Into the mobs, he runs in panic
Where those who harm, see his face
In ravaging glee, they strike him down
And he falls to the rocky ground
In a darkening town without a name
Waking painfully in pouring rain
He looks about him at the scene
Rubble and ashes strewn about
Houses no longer standing proud
In what was a town without a name
In the cinder of his own house
He searches for his symbol of life
Under a beam, charred so black
He finds the box, well preserved
In a town without a name
Finding her form laying on the ground
He holds her lifeless body to his chest
Tears of pain, never greater felt
Fell to the ground where memories made
A town without a name
He opened the box and through his tears
Placed one ring on his finger
And grabbing his love’s lifeless hand
Place a ring far surpassing beauty
In a town without a name
Memories flooding, never to return
He stands, carrying his reason to live
Tears streaming, refusing to end
As he looks to the dawn lit cliff
And leaves a town, without a name