Patrick William Kavanagh
Beltane Night - Poem by Patrick William Kavanagh
I pace the silent empty woods on Beltane night,
My breath is strangled by the anguish in my heart.
Not one of my betrayers left in sight, - they sleep...
but none shall ever sleep again, when I have played my part.
I showered Milady with my heartfelt words of love..
But nothing warmed her cold, cold heart..
For Her I would have made the mountains move,
But nothing seemed to move her - from the start.
Was my Love not deep enough or did I try to hard,
Perhaps I gave my love too soon to win the Ladies heart.
I have been my Ladies fool..A fool in love, -..so sad,
A fool too long, - It's time for me to make another start.
Next time, -I shall not be so kind..I will not be so soft..
I shall not be mistreated so again without an awful cost,
A king am I and regal..I shall hold my head aloft...
Milady will just have to sit and weep for what she's lost.
And so, I cast a spell so deep and dark that none may hear it..
and keep it safe until the day its due,
A spell so foul that all who hear will fear it...
the day they hear it is a day they'll rue..
And so I pace and plot and plan amongst these silent trees..
Milady asks me for a poem..I hope she is well pleased..
For she has broke this noble heart in two..
A callous act that one day she will Rue.
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