Oubliette

[Pendragon]

Oubliette

Do you think that I do not realize here in this narrow place.
That every single glace you’ve made my way has been to forget?
That all hollow words you said were nails driven in their place?
That when you finally put me here, you could be sure I stay, permanent?
You built these walls with stones to muffle any sound that I might make.
Narrow, so that it seemed quite natural to any who entered the room.
They would never guess that in a horrible, thin, little prison your own hands could make,
Someone was left to be forgotten, consigned to dreadful doom.
What is really dreadful are the reasons why you built my narrow prison in the wall,
And shoved me in and left there to die forgotten and take my place, you foolish man!
It was the inheritance and the prompt and pride of title, the great house Weston Hall!
And you, my twin brother, passing as me Lord Weston, the forgotten man!
Ah, but how have you found the hours to pass between Midnight and the Crowing?
When you find yourself visited by the forgotten, who’s never, ever, going…

Pendragon

[PrinceMyshkin]

As interesting as his is, it seemed to me to be struggling to operate as a poem and that it deserved or required the space and the context a story might have provided it.

[Pendragon]

As interesting as his is, it seemed to me to be struggling to operate as a poem and that it deserved or required the space and the context a story might have provided it.Possibly, Jer. Then too, I had a tremendous amount of distraction this morning while trying to write it. A story you think though? I was more or less basing it on The Man in the Iron Mask with more destructive features, such as the brother dying in the man's house. Oh well, Regards, Dale

[AuntShecky]

"Oubliette" once again, Pen, you sent me to the dictionary.
"A type of dungeon in which the only opening is a trap door in the ceiling" (That also could be double as a definition of marriage. Nah. I kid, I kid.)