The Wedding of the Damned
This structured rhyming poem is one of my remixes of the sonnet format. It’s a narrative that explores love, death, and rebirth in a repeated meter. This poem was, at one time, ten verses long. However, I lost eight of them during a move several years ago. What was left was published on dA, then expanded to its current form on Vocal before making its way to Medium.
When she was but a little Child,
Her Dreams were never very wild.
A Handsome Prince who shines so bright
Upon a Horse, so snowy white,
To carry her off in the Night.
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So Lovely.
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Her Years now are not quite so few,
Her Dreams are cold and seldom, too.
A Sage upon a sable Steed
Comes from the Darkness, in great need,
And off with Her he gathers speed.
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So Distant.
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Her Eyes are Veiled and cannot See
The Sage, the Darkness, What Will Be.
The Vows are spoken, Binding True
Her Heart and His, and so the Two
Become the One. She says, “I do.”
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So Tragic.
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This is the Wedding of the Damned.
The Dead rejoice with lifted hand
As She, the Fabled Queen returns
And sits upon the Throne that burns.
In Requiem, the Court adjourns.
