My fair damsel yet to be

It's just something I built from all of the times I've strolled alone with nothing but my thoughts and the secret of the night to keep me company. I've no clue if it is a poem to be honest, you decide

"She will be here, she will be there, she will be with me everywhere, my fair damsel yet to be."

Those were the thoughts lurking inside my head

while I was taking a stroll to wit's end

while secretly hoping for her to pass by

Oh my fair damsel yet to be.

It was a misty night, as I recall

praying for selfish greed, I was

The stroll went on to a bitter end

with the mist beneath my feet, making every step lighter and softer

I continued my way up a hill

where the whispering of the trees was all I can hear

I sat on a bench, made out of wood, the wind greeted me with a whistle that had just occurred.

My thoughts were still there, paralyzing me

with only one phrase

Oh my fair damsel yet to be.

Moonlight fell upon, leaving the dusk far behind, enjoying the view from its side

There was nothing more you see

only my thoughts and me

Left alone filled with shame

I stood up and walked away

leaving the moon and the hill

behind my chamber door I lay still

Still with my mischievous thoughts I am left to plea

Oh my fair damsel yet to be.

Author's Note

Tell me your words.

Reviews

[L'Éphoectique]

I cannot help but be reminded of Poe, in style and in subject. The lone wanderer, alone with thoughts of love... it is indeed a poem, and not a bad one at that. Maybe a bit of reviewing on the structure could refine it even more, but you're very well started!

[Disregarded]

Thank you very much, I cannot help myself Poe has been an influence, a big one for that matter, and not just for the writing part of it..