Thursday, 5 April 2012

Poem 11 - Ballad

Historic Love

Gather near as the old woman tells tales
Flled with wisdom, morale and truth
Of battles, heart break and forbidden love
And other perils of her youth

For she once was a beautiful woman
Thought to be fairest in the land
The villages many suitors
All competed for her hand

Though her heart had other desires
More specifically, her farmhand, Mack
But their love could never be
For she was white and he was black

No one ever suspected a thing
Most couldn't even fathom the thought
'Til one day in late July
Someone peaked 'round the barn and they were caught

They had no choice but to flee from the town
Their fears alive they'd always dreaded
Alas the mob caught up to them
And now Mack was to be-behead

His last dying moments were spent with her in his cell
"You are a vision; kind, pure and faire
So I make this promise to you forever
I loved you down here, and I'll love you up there."

And with that he was off to the chopping block
The young woman's tears flowing free
She vowed then to herself in silence
In her heart Mack would always be

Years later she's married to a proper white suitor
And most thought her life was swell
With money and children... but she could not forget
The farmhand she loved so well

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