A Slave Called Valentine Poem by SarahLouise Malone
A Slave Called Valentine
THERE ONCE WAS A SLAVE NAMED VALENTINE;
she loved and loved,
but was again and again pushed away
she couldnt take it and moved and moved,
til one day that man came to love her as they say
for everything she was and stood for,
when their lips touched she could fly
when he got sick and was so sore
she gagged and hurt, she was ready to die
he wrenched and internally bled
the more he loved her the more he was cursed
the more she felt every tear that shed
she felt his agony and he went through hers
she knew her only love was killing the one
she had waited so long for, and had he,
to stop him from drinking the vile of poison
she grasped the dagger and plunged quickly
she died for what she wanted the most
he lived and she was over joyed
but he was devastated a living ghost
soon he died, broken hearted, together they filled the void,
im not even sure what to say.. beautiful or elegant. not sure which.. it was well put together. and i like it a lot.
Excellent write! ! Keep up the good work and I will keep reading.
so sad kind of like a romeo and juliet poem i thought it was really good
It seems more an opera than a tragedy, it recalls 'Rigoletto' by Verdi. Strenght of the passions is terrible, sometimes luckily somebody reminds us of it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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This is a wonderful write... a nice flow... Good use of words for a magical effect