Poetry :: My Maiden Won

Michael N. Audenaert

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My Maiden Won

Come, young man, to hear the tales,
which long the ageless bards have spun,
of valient quests the heros had
and most of all - young maidens won!

In days now past, the oceans brimmed
with monsters grim, and foul and fast,
through which our heros swam and sailed,
fought tooth and claw and horn and nail.

And lest this peril be thought for naught
here stand the seas for us now cleared
and winding roads no more beset
but most of all - young maidens won!

But I, my love, (the meagar mortal)
the highest mountains cannot climb
nor briney torrents could I swim
and Grendal's gone, and Sauron dead.

Its not that my ambition's lacking
but mortal hearts outstrip their bones.
And I by fleshly bonds constrained
must trod 'long lower roads than those.

And with this mortal fate content
except for one, remaining woe:
that only these, the hero's feats,
could near deserve my maiden's love.

But merely mortal I am not
for in your eyes a hero stands
and now with eyes unlike my own
consider here myself again.

From earthy bonds by you set free
to join with heros known from old
and carry on their quest undone. . .

and most of all - my maiden won!

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