The Music BoxA Poem by R.G. BennetA story-telling poem that tells the tale of a beloved queen and her fate.Walking along the streets You hear a curious sound You search until you've found the source Intrigued by what you've found -- A tiny golden music box Sitting on the ground Appeared from nowhere it seemed to have done Curious, curious As would be to anyone In puzzlement you wonder and wonder yourself stiff The thing you fail to realize Is the long hidden myth This music box - yes this same box Belonged to Meredith. Ruled she did some centuries past Beloved queen of Murrowfast Graceful swan, gentle dove This queen specialized in love And what is more, in English lore Young romance most did Meredith adore Alas! The tale does not go on Poor Meredith passed away one dawn No one knows why But for story's sake They put it down to true heartbreak Perhaps love itself was too much to take That golden box there in your hand I'll say this once, so understand Is Meredith's surviving wish/command The music box, her most prized possession Appears to those with deep depression True love the box will bring Love such that the heart will sing Once touched, a spell unfolds Love at last! Joy untold! Poor Meredith, a secret hid Covered up the truth she did See, Meredith so full of passion and love that made the heart to burn Never had a special gent To give her that love in return And that is why her music box Is found among the sad To give its finders a shot at true love The one thing Meredith never had
© 2012 R.G. BennetAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorR.G. BennetDFW, TXAboutI've been in love with reading and writing from a very young age. Books have always been an escape for me, my constant companions, the characters my best friends, their world my haven. It is my gr.. more..Writing
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