Angga Adytia


Castle Of Mist - Poem by Angga Adytia

Your highness,
I offer you my service.
Let me become your white prince.
I would bring you to the throne
in my castle of mist.
Come hurry.
Before it disappears
when the first light comes from the east.

Your highness,
I offer you my service
Take my hands.
Let me become your white prince.
Let me become your gallant, valiant knight.
With these frail arms,
I shall protect you and the realms.
I would slain giants, troll, dragons, demons,
or put down rebellion
or anything as you wish.

On your commands
I would become your faithful servant.
I would brought you treasuries
Gold, ruby, jade, diamond,
or anything as you wish.

I bow to my knees before your throne.
My life is not my own.
It's yours.
Perchance it could give you some use somehow.

Come hurry, my queen.
Before the first light comes from the east
turns my sword into rust, my armor into dust.
Come hurry, my queen.
Before the first light rushes from the east.
Shattering my castle of mist.

(Bandung,2016)

Topic(s) of this poem: despair, love

Form: Free Verse


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, June 22, 2017



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