Scarborough Fair

Are you going to Scarborough Fair? Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme...remember me to one who lives there, she once was a true love of mine.

Art thou going to Scarborough Fair

To stake thy claim of the silver chair?

From rosemary and parsley take

The power and glory of magic made

And to be thy gold and silver crown

A wreath of sage to bind thy brow

For never were thee a slave of love

But a fallen faery from above

And when thy heart is as pure as thyme

Ancient magic from the end of time

For within darkness, forth the light

And from the day thou drawst the night

Purest water, tallest tree

An acre between the sand and sea

To take from thy truest love

Tears of heaven, of a mourning dove

And from a single salty drop

The spinning world comes to a sudden stop

And from the sky’s porcelain blue

Cut out wings of a translucent hue

And with parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme

And a simple chanted golden rhyme

To shoulder the burden of eternal bliss

Take from thee from thy truest love

The glorious gift of a single kiss

Author's Note

er....random poem that I just kinda got out of nowhere. Yeah.

Reviews

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Written with beautiful grace. You sound like an eloquent Fair Maiden from your words.

[Rose of Gondor]

awww, aren't I ACTUALLY an eloquent Fair Maiden though? *puppy eyes*
Just kidding, just kidding :D Thank you so much for your kind words!

[The Rock And Roll Cowboy(REBEL WITH A CAUSE)]

Tis my pleasure :)

[Professor Xeronian]

Randomly felt like doing an extremely heavy accent... XD. But this is your best poem by far. The idea is a bit difficult to grasp, but that is normal for such an awesome poem as this!

[Rose of Gondor]

er...thanks :)

[Professor Xeronian]

Zis is ze best poem by ze Vhantom Rosse by var! Excellent rhoming, I joost love excellent poems zuch az zis. Very goot work!