The StoneA Poem by Terry O'LearyThe Tale below was carved one night Upon the Stone, by candlelight ...most won’t believe, but some just might .........most won’t believe, but some just might Preface Well James made Beth his lovely bride (And angels smiled, though teary eyed) ...their bodies bound, their spirits tied .........their bodies bound, their spirits tied Upon her hand, a shimmer shone, As bright as blood, a ruby Stone ...and brighter still, as love had grown .........and brighter still, as love had grown Soon James was sent to man a sail So Beth removed her wedding veil ...her eyes were moist, her face was pale .........her eyes were moist, her face was pale “Well, I’ll be here when you return” Said Beth to James, who kissed in turn ...a kiss that made her body burn .........a kiss that made her body burn BETH’S TALE 1. The Dream One night, within a dream deformed, The cawing of a Crow informed “...the Ship was struck where winter stormed .........the Ship was struck where winter stormed Midst winds and waves the thunder boomed The Ship of Death was surely doomed ...the sea engulfed, the surf entombed .........the sea engulfed, the surf entombed Your James… deceived by Davy Jones! With spirit freed, his flesh and bones ...now rest amongst the ashen Stones .........now rest amongst the ashen Stones” 2. The Quest Awoken by the ebon Wight And beckoned by the baneful bight ...I left before the morning light .........I left before the morning light Throughout the realm I rode a roan Until, in time, I reached the Stone ...where shades in dreams of darkness groan .........where shades in dreams of darkness groan While skipping up and down the sky A missing moonbeam mocked my eye ...enough to make a Swallow cry .........enough to make a Swallow cry For someone stole a star or two And something else that fate withdrew - ...my jewel of joy, my James Bijou .........my jewel of joy, my James Bijou The shadows of the evening swelled Where demons of the dusk had dwelled ...and in the far, a vesper knelled .........and in the far, a vesper knelled The Stone, beneath the sky, stood cold - Between the runes, a vapour strolled ...a cloak of fleecy fog consoled .........a cloak of fleecy fog consoled A Raven on a branch, enthroned, Her wings waved once, a wail intoned ...beyond the bay, a banshee moaned .........beyond the bay, a banshee moaned I lay beside the Stone, his bride I lay beside the Stone and cried ...but were it I, instead, that died .........but were it I, instead, that died The rainbow of the moon fell dim A midnight Swan soon ceased to swim ...as if to hide all hint of him .........as if to hide all hint of him Between the willows in the swale Bewailed a Bird, a Nightingale ...which left me faint, my body frail .........which left me faint, my body frail 3. Contact I felt him breathe within a breeze Responding to my anguished pleas ...and leaves blew by abandoned trees .........and leaves blew by abandoned trees “Eternal love, my darling Beth” Enshrined within a final breath ...re-echoed from the Ship of Death .........re-echoed from the Ship of Death The Stone lit up a ruby sheen And clouds were kindled crystalline ...with consequences, unforeseen .........with consequences, unforeseen Above, a wretched Raven soared To where the Ship of Death’d been moored ...below, the icy ocean roared .........below, the icy ocean roared 4. Release I’m joined with James beneath the Stone, Though to the Ship my spirit’s flown, ...for nevermore to be alone .........for nevermore to be alone Epilogue That night the wayward winds were weird The Ship of Death had disappeared ...coyotes called and mortals feared .........coyotes called and mortals feared At dusk, the craven shadows crawled At dawn, the winds of mourning called ...upon the Stone two names were scrawled .........upon the Stone two names were scrawled The Raven sits, with wings outspread, Atop the Stone which shades the dead ...it sometimes shimmers ruby red .........it sometimes shimmers ruby red Epitaph Between the sounds, where silence seeps, Their love lives on and never sleeps ...and yet, the weeping willow weeps .........and yet, the weeping willow weeps
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Added on June 10, 2016 Last Updated on January 24, 2019 AuthorTerry O'LearyFranceAbouta physicist lacking gravity... learning more and more... about less and less... until we finally know... everything about nothing... more..Writing
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