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the knight and the damsel

by

Steve Hewitt

The courtroom was grey and cold,
Its eerie stench of death, odd and old,
The prosecutor, a soul of fire,
The executioner steeped in death for hire.

The accused for love he stood,
The defense a barron table of wood,
Guilty was he of love, passion and murder,
The sentence to hung by the tongue on a frozen steel girder.

She came to him one week ago,
On a wind swept night, eyes of red, tears in flow,
She spoke to him of pain and sorrow,
And that of fear and evil she saw today and tommorrow.

The tormentor, he was a gaint, of enormous, gruesome proportions,
The things he saw in his mind, truly distrubing and distorted,
He beat her with fists of anvils
And took her truth and used it for his own disgusting landfill.

She told the tall dark stranger of her troubles,
Through tears and words of gasps and bubbles,
Like a knight in shinning armor he spoke,
This beast, say i, will perish of blood and choke.

He took her hand and steeled his dark piercing gaze,
Said he, of this i promise, on this eve of misty haze,
I shall wisk you away to a mystical castle on the Thames,
Were on magical sun lit morns, ye can see unicorns with silk manes.

So he took her by carriage, driven by horses of white,
Like a charming, handsome, old english knight
To a castle of romance, like that of her school girl dreams,
Arriving at sunrise, to that of a rainbow, poetic sun beams.

He took her hand, in a warming loving embrace,
Knelt on one knee and said with knightly grace,
On this day i promise to thee,
From now and through eternity yours i shall be.

The damsels eyes shined and sparkled in kind,
Her heart bursting forth with the love it did find,
Her knight led her up to the mystical castles threshold,
Where he carried her in, then up stairs forged of gold.

Down a long marble hallway they walked hand in hand,
To a dream like room, exqusitly romantically grand,
Where he laid her down on a great french canopy bed,
Sheets of silk and freshly fragrant, rose pedal pillows for your head.

With her head in his hands they kissed ever so deep,
And made love for hours,untill weak,
For five days and nights they loved in a whirl,
In an enchanted castle,full fo romance all a twirl.

The they watched the unicorns prance in the foggy sunrise light,
Picnicked by the Thames, its crystal waters, bubbling romantic delight,
Candle light dinners, moon lite dancing, oh so very enchanting
Making love while out horseback riding, the castle grounds erotically enhancing.

On the seventh day she woke with a start,
A forboding so strong it ripped at her heart,
Her knight was gone!, on his rose pedal pollow, a letter,
With hands all tremble, she picked up, for worse or for better.

My darling, i love you so very much, but a promise is a promise, so i must, i must,
Take revenge on this hideous creature, die he will, with dagger thrust,
I shall go my dear with the speed of light,
And will a grand escape to be your side, by the dark of night.

Die the beast did by dagger and cloak,
The shinning knight however in blood he did soak,
And such a sound he did make, a horrfying blood curdling cry,
That alerted the town folk who then saw the bloody knight on stead and hied.

Toward the great castle on the thames,
So the law men took up their horses and reigns,
Caught the good knight before upon the castle he came,
Then shackled and dragged him, beaten and lame.

To a jail of horrible doom,
A true medieval dungeon of gloom,
As he sat bloody and shackled,it was of the damsel he dreamed,
However, it took but one hour for a trail to convene

The court room was grey and cold,
Its eerie stench of death,odd and old,
The prosecutor a soul of fire,
The executor, steeped in death for hire.

The accused, for love he stood,
The defense, a barren table of wood,
Guilty was he of love, passion and murder,
The sentence to be hung by the tounge on a frozen steel girder.

However, no guilty plea was ever rendered or read,
For though the walls came crashing unicorns horns and heads,
Led by a beautiful young maiden in a white damsels dress,
Who wisked the knight away, to the mystical castle, and true love,forever, no jest

S.Hewitt
6-13 and 14, 2004


Untitled

by

Steve Hewitt

Twas an owl on a perch,
His eyes in complelative search,
For the reason for his exsistance,
To find it sadly nothing but a pitence,
Swooping down with this motivating knowledge,
His hunting skills now his college,
His goal to match the eagle,
To soar and sweep gracefuly and regal,
with his pride and wisdom for all to see,
As he's perched again upon his tree,
Screaching to all,who,who,who
Me,for I am someone too!!!

Someone

by

Steve Hewitt

Twas an owl on a perch,
His eyes in complelative search,
For the reason for his exsistance,
To find it sadly nothing but a pitence,
Swooping down with this motivating knowledge,
His hunting skills now his college,
His goal to match the eagle,
To soar and sweep gracefuly and regal,
with his pride and wisdom for all to see,
As he's perched again upon his tree,
Screaching to all,who,who,who
Me,for I am someone too!!!

A Sentence, A Chapter, A Novel, A Life

by

Steve Hewitt

Oh, sunrise of purple haze,
Your beauty so stunning, I stare in daze,
For thines promise I do gravel,
To see each page of thous epic novel.

To act its story is so fine,
for its plot is life that of mine,
I live its beginnings and conclusions,
With the master writer I stand in collusion.

Living each page one moment at a time,
For to skip one would be that of a crime,
It unfolds in many intricate details,
Like winds on a mighty ships sails.

Its written by what I see or say,
Each sentence a moment of a day,
Every chapter written with care and love,
Ending in the moonlight from above.

S.Hewitt
7-21-04
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