I have heard of her through myth and stories
A beautiful lady rising from the lake
To bestow a great gift to a champion
Worthy to wield such a weapon
As legend goes there was once such a man
Thought to be worthy to hold such a gift
For he was great in courage and humanity
But alas he like many others was a victim
Of his own lust which was to be his undoing
In the last hours of this champions need
The lady abandoned him as punishment
For the sins committed against her
And he passed on into folk lore
As a tragic hero undone by himself
So now here I stand mesmerized by this entity
Flawless in every aspect of the human body
Unable to take my eyes off of her
As the water trickles down from her face
Dripping down on to her perfect breasts
Slowly slipping down her perfectly cut stomach
Eventually sliding down her perfectly long legs
Back into the lake from whence she came
As she flicks the water from her golden hair
As I walk towards her with my arms held out
She floats backwards just out of hands reach
Looking at me with a certain curiosity
All the while holding my gaze upon her eyes
For I cannot, dare not look anywhere else
We hold our gaze for what seems to be moments
But as I slowly gather my wits about me
I realize that the morning has now become twilight
And not a single word has been exchanged
Only a perpetual silence holding us together
Any other anomaly would break what binds us here
For then I fear she would disappear forever
And take with her the beauty I have come to desire
Alas as the thought ran through my head
A noise from yonder drew my attention
For a split second I looked towards it in reflex
But could not see what made the sound
That drew my attention momentarily from the lady
As I turned back to set eyes upon the lady of the lake
Once more to be captivated by her beauty and presence
She was no longer anywhere to be seen
I searched everywhere in vain for the lady
Around the forest surrounding the lake
Inside the few caves that the area contains
Even dived into the lakes ice cold waters
As far down my lungs would allow me to go
But could not find the lady not even a glow
I curse myself for having lost the lady so easily
For now I see that I am not worthy to possess
Any gift the lady of the lake would have bestowed
I fear in her eyes I am no champion but a pauper
Undeserving to be in such a presence as hers
I scream so hard and loud that birds take flight
Silence befalls the area around where I kneel
Cast my gaze upon the lake a final time
And vow aloud that everyday till the day I die
I shall return here and wait for her to return to me
For I shall become the thing she is looking for
A champion with humility to accept her gift
And worthy enough to wield such a weapon
So that I may once again look upon her beauty
A final time before my eyes are closed forever
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem