Twas in the Heath
Twas in the heath,
the dreary scrub atop an escarpment breach,
where two lovers lie,
entwined their souls and bodies each,
professed to love eternal, forever as one,
lost to the harsh will of church and men;
and they will never be found,
just a faint memory of their undying love
to recount, in the village that damned their hearts,
two families who denied them all they dreamed,
for a bitter feud their fathers made,
a trifle that will and pride determined.
Now they lay, barely fourteen years each,
their faces touched in delicate repose,
arms entangled in such quiet blissful being,
her hair so long and lustrous
whipped by tragic air,
his hands upon her tiny waist,
held in such care
as their souls grasped one another,
slowly ascending to heavens gate,
their dreams renewed,
and earthly pain just dissipates from view,
as two lovers find peace in death.
Tears flow in the village,
no sign, not mark left of their intention,
and searching proved pointless,
as cold winds and deadly nights ensue,
no man could live in this,
no child lover so prone and ill-prepared,
could last one night upon the heath,
and so the tragedy did bring
their parents nightmare dreams,
knowing their love was all it seemed they wanted,
and burdened they would be for life,
love denied, and life aside, as death their haunted minds.
Tony DeLorger © 2017
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Tragic yet beautiful in its devotion to love. Great work, Tony.
Much appreciated Phyllis, glad you enjoyed it. Cheers
To die in each others embrace is better than dying alone. As sad as this is Tony, they probably both felt at peace knowing that there they be in each others hearts forever. The cold winds may blow and the thunder and rain above them curse the village, they know. But they have found their end in togetherness and that’s a beautiful way to find heavens gate in embrace. Well penned sir.
Glad you enjoyed it Vincent, yes love is the ultimate sacrifice indeed. Cheers