The Serenade Of Charlotte [part Iii] Poem by Lum Chabot

It was a full moon night in Hél,
And he strolled around with her,
Around familiar darklit corridors,
With her body in arms, head clutched to his breast,
His heartbeat sped fast to break his chest,
For fear of losing her due to war
And devolving back into hwhat he were
Gripped him tightly, but his eyes could not break the spell.

The hex her eyes enwove on him,
He could not hope to break,
Nor did he want to part from it
For it calmed him so, though he knew not how;
While hair he swept;
He kissed her then, her pale white forehead, then fires he lit
In her sparkling blue eyes, his heart she’d take,
And father would bend to daughter’s every whim.

He then reached her room
And walked into moonbeams through window;
He smiled as she reached for the moon,
Her razorblades soon followed,
As her father slowly hollowed
Out a hold ‘twixt silken lunes
In cradle meant for her sleep, head soon on pillow
He’d always love her, she knows; he tickled her with a plume

Her innocent laughter caused him laugh too
She touched his chest and he then knew
That his daughter loved him regardless what they’d go through,
He went to her window, leaving drifting plumes,
He looked out from her room, but not at the moon,
Down instead into garden full of roses abloom.

He took in their scent without any lament;
Then Clarisse sauntered through orifice
Into loving daughter’s room,
Stopped behind him, hand lent to his shoulder,
They reflected upon rockslide’s boulder,
For it grew in range, yet removed the gloom
Of Hél’s misanthropic surface
From which bloodletting screams were rent.

Darling Charlotte cried out then, in full trepidation
And appeared next her they had,
He put head to flank her mouth, ear chaste to her voice,
But remained this way no longer, for he heard her,
And in background, maleficents cackled as the herders
Of souls fed to daemon crows those who had no choice,
But father kept razorblades lit in moonbeams to shine glad,
As tempest out there, not reflective or fair, of daughter’s inner salvation.

Mother then rocked her as harmony made
Between two praeternatural beings, hymns
Recited and composed initially for she, who
Could not understand them, mind chaste
To vices wrought by devices of distaste
To their mind, yet the gentle lullaby continues
Throughout the heinous night, yet based on her whims
Parents continue to sing; near daughter they stayed

Song they struck up, a beautiful serenade,
Whilst outside fresh daemon claret sprayed,
From murderous, ravenous dogs who played
In sprayed garnet, their enemies slayed;
Down to bed with loves he laid
As coup raged led by maleficent Gilles de Rais,
And yes mother and father began serenade…

{Father’s promise to Daughter}
‘Tis true that devils outside may reign,
Fain to scheme in besetting plot
Harrowing our cordial scene,
Yet ne’er will we be driven ‘ere
We die, maugre the hiss of bewitched air
Yet on virtue, not vice, will you wean
As those with nought sought liberation from sickening rot-
Their dwellings’ curse on blithe acid rain.

Thy wonderful hair, whether dark or fair
Billows in the whispy wind,
As you learn to walk, thin shadows balk,
In places devoid of bliss,
You kept in chrysalis,
Protected from daemons that stalk
By mother and father, their sin
Absent, not present in their love a tear.

As you grow taller, you won’t falter in mind,
In your step, nor your conviction
And we’ll leave this place maugre
Roots remain, we’ll move away from trepidation,
Using every meager trephination
To lift thine light as you go beside her,
The purest mother-daughter depiction,
In a place others call the “Rhine.”

I’ll hold us here, though end of time here
May be nigh, as daemons near
Your mother bleared,
I shall preserve family so dear
To my heart, love could not be more clear.

“To Rhine I took you both from Hél
Away from cursèd revenants,
To live amongst the carnal few
Though your self attract attention
From those caught in suspension
Betwixt places that they cannot view,
For all are simply tenants
Caught under maleficent spell.”

Heretofore in Hél filial beauty seen,
Now on the banks of the Seine,
In chilled water she could not see alter
Of sacrifice, for in their vice
Daemon suitors took wycked device
To pursue without a falter
To plunge blades into foreshadowed reine
She only occupied with subject of being.

They came at once with blades aflame
To send her to her hearse,
And to gold grave upon which they’d play
Those occupied with sighs of the wry
And shy uplifted to the sky,
But father an mother out of affection bade
Her inside as enemies were slain worse
Than those with lesser fame.

Now safe were they, parents sure
And daughter’s mind could be kept pure
Though not thoroughly demure
Would she be, if they were
To stay in company of death, with her…
And so litany he wrote to sickness cure.

{Serenade}
“Pure would bedizen fair Charlotte,
Her hair white as the snow
Or light earthly shade,
Captive by billowing wind
No order to rescind
The epic grace her presence bade
Thither, whither she go, all would know
Inhuman aesthetics, far surpassing promiscuous harlots.

Her eyes beyond near all’s view
As suitors predicted to seek her hand,
Survivors from resulting struggle:
Between daemons and man a slaughter
As a sword through crisp virgin water
Ran claret rampant and befuddled:
Those in seeking band
Found no solace in depth brown or blue.

Human views insulted her eyes
For she had no one to share
Terrestrial scenes besides mother queen
And father king, under who’s wing
Voice was tenured to sing
From source of depth on which she weans
Modesty but gains a lonely stare
From which none can reason surmise.

From cradle to enslave
And captivate estates of slaves
She wanted not yet they came in waves
To find disdain as they retreat, save
One soul, who followed no way paved
By others, thus heart not caved.

One taciturn boy met in youth
Who soon became the lost friend
Now found, and they all day played
In waters of the painted Seine
Even as baleful daemons tainted rain
But reine remained pure and stayed
With her companion, until the end
Of each day, whence she returned to roost.

She grew older; his heart grew bolder,
But he was still divine guard,
He, young William, swore to be with she
Who caused him be her devoted,
He’d not let her he goated
By those who wish to cast body into the sea
Of ripping tridents of those maleficent bards,
In his arms she grew not colder.

Her second brother rose as another defender
Of sister dear who heir to kingdom is;
They were charged by their father
To keep her safe and alive
For time soon would deprive
Of any respite, triad be bothered
By attempts on her life, should he suffer from paralysis
From furtive strike by swift pretender.

But daemons did not come to find
Her blood, though avarice defined
And ran from Hél that family refined,
Not kept in daemon greed’s angry bind,
And soon happiness of children combined
To form path that ne’er winds.

She continued to grow older
And with father to Valhalla went,
For there she would reign, purest Valkyrie
And lead she would
Those out from the wood
To fight vociferous carnal enemy,
Under bright skies, over land rent
As Earth retched forth masses bolder.

After journey, she returned to painted Seine,
Far south of future subservient land,
But to place of memory,
To family waiting for her
With surprise by mother embroidered,
A victim cured of lycanthropy,
Form the land of black sand,
A divine with which she could reign.

He not there, but plume left
For when lifted of curse by ruler
Of gods Odin, wings he grew,
And first of Ravens became,
Though different than others, not the same
And stronger in heart than Dromi eschewed
By Fenisulfr ages past, he new suitor
And knew her heart bereft.

Black plume improved her gloom
That haze which hung ‘round darklit room,
As she spun for family upon the loom,
But only for short time, surplus boomed
As Hélish fumes seeked to in spring consume
All beautiful life and her heart in bloom.

He appeared in time
When her heart was worst
Off, as though plague had raped it,
But as he arrived, her heart touched sky,
He took her for first flight, she so weeknight, his try
To with his heart silent sit,
But the pine was too great for him to ignore thirst
And thus began to rhyme.

He crafted perfect hymns
Loving in deepest form ballads see,
Sonatas of awakening to a heart throughout goldenrod,
No longer gilded elegies were;
In minuets professed love sure
And drowned her in love free of cocoon pod,
Emerged from chrysalis she
Gazed into eyes of Raven seraphim.

Hearts fluttered in unison
And she fell into him
He held her close to body cold
Heart beat not felt by her warm silhouette
Cast by his overshadowing, to end her marionette
Life and enter her into new life mould
With him, if father will permit whims
Of heart become permanent under not moon, sun.

She knew not his name, though his kiss was the same;
One she’d not ‘ere known, saving herself to blame
For lack of ken, for right being; and he came…
She realized and gave herself to heart’s famed
Desire, to feel the heat of this flame
Which did not vanish when Munnin at heart was aimed.

They lived together as they aged
And all threat decayed, so they could be free,
As lovers should be, in each other’s love,
And approval from father given from beyond the grave,
For he and mother took mortal form to save
Precious daughter, and so under stars above
Only Charlotte and Munnin could see,
They waited in time and became more sage.

Odin wanted not to see servant wed,
For that would free servant from servitude,
And Ragnarök was nigh, needed Odin a spy
To help during battle of mortal and Einherjar,
Gods’ wills which wanted only to bar the
The scene from history, as would see in sky
Munnin, the gods’ defeat by those with no ineptitude,
But Munnin rather than serve would be dead.

So couple ran to roots of Yggrasil and hid
There as would Nidhoggr of old,
However, into burrow of duet solitude
Did they retreat, from Norse Gods’ defeat
In of the world they sat in seat
And in love they grew in magnitude,
And in time their nature grew bold
Enough to return to world and see what war did.

Upon scene of sprayed battlefield, dread
They espied; eschewed deceased beds,
And ignored in love war cries once said
To strike fear into those to daemons fed,
All those and restrictions now dead,
And fallen archangel couple could now be wed.

And so to Seine couple returned
With father in their hearts,
Approval in mind sent from father dear
Who died one winter morn,
On day that love was born,
And on wedding day caused her blear,
But as tears from her benign eyes did start,
Was he there to catch them, not in love taciturn.

He took her hand, embraced it sure
And love flooded from he to she;
Her tears dried on his pale flesh,
And father appeared next her
As though by her side he always were,
And she walked down aisle in dress
White as newfallen snow as he
Saw new dears flow, these pure.

Vows they did exchange, proving protection not in vain
But plan set not to take throne;
To brothers William and Anthony given,
And Charlotte wed Memory in Gardens of Euphony,
Where inscription once read “Eluveitie; ”
Soon after left for bedizened
Land where light and love could be shown,
A place no on any other plane.

They left a land plagued with disdain,
Far away from childhood Seine,
For long-lasting peace was beginning to wane
And leaders drifting from the sane,
So she and he left with love this plane,
Which had become merely a cane;
There couple lived in love, but never seen again.”