Pendragon
05-28-2007, 10:43 AM
Triangle II
There is a line of demarcation
Where the surf flirts shamelessly
With the golden reclining beach.
He brings her tokens to mark his love;
Here a perfect whelk shell,
There a picturesque weathered bit of driftwood,
Finally a golden ring from a forgotten treasure ship…
But other eyes are watching, and they are jealous,
Lightning flares as their anger grows.
The tsunami swells to his greatest height and power,
He shall have maiden fair if he must take her by force.
His vicious assult takes them without warning,
Sends the surf spraying like so much broken glass.
(Golden ring, boy?—I’ll bring the whole treasure!)
He seizes the beach, she melts from his enforced possession,
He tosses her aside wounded and scarred,
Now, alone...
But the surf comes back, and gently caresses her,
Scarred as she is, he loves her still.
All cannot be undone in a moment—
But they have the patience and passion to rebuild…
And softly he begins to help her heal…
Pendragon
© 5/28/07
There is a line of demarcation
Where the surf flirts shamelessly
With the golden reclining beach.
He brings her tokens to mark his love;
Here a perfect whelk shell,
There a picturesque weathered bit of driftwood,
Finally a golden ring from a forgotten treasure ship…
But other eyes are watching, and they are jealous,
Lightning flares as their anger grows.
The tsunami swells to his greatest height and power,
He shall have maiden fair if he must take her by force.
His vicious assult takes them without warning,
Sends the surf spraying like so much broken glass.
(Golden ring, boy?—I’ll bring the whole treasure!)
He seizes the beach, she melts from his enforced possession,
He tosses her aside wounded and scarred,
Now, alone...
But the surf comes back, and gently caresses her,
Scarred as she is, he loves her still.
All cannot be undone in a moment—
But they have the patience and passion to rebuild…
And softly he begins to help her heal…
Pendragon
© 5/28/07