Siertes
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*I never did share this story/poem I wrote a while ago. Probably one of the longest I've ever written. It was fun to do and I hope I can do something like it again one day.*
Enter Cupid, hardly stupid, knocking on a lonesome door
Effervescent, this contestant, at his fortune, grasped from lore
"Enter sire. By the fire, do I sit in wait of thee"
Spoke the man now pale, once tan, ushering the change to be
Cupid stood, as stout as wood, peering fire, calm and tame
Claiming bold, his job of old, neared the man so meek and lame
"Sent to gift, to kindly shift, your lonely days to those of love"
This deity, his grand decree, ignites the spirit spoken of.
The man made haste, no time to waste, in staving off a hermits fate
For arrows pierce, enamors fierce, eternal bonds it does create
He cleaned and groomed as feelings loomed of what awaits this fated day
"A blonde? Brunette? My Juliet? Oh heart and eyes, go forth, parley!"
Out from abode, the two souls strode, a journey's start to bring an end
To romance missed, a shrouded bliss, to what exists beyond the bend
A fork appeared, and Cupid leered, a question, thought, to change the quest
For such a man, attire bland, to him is given lover's test
"What road take we, for as you see, the left is paved, its lands serene
The right, however, forest weathered, nothing short of harshness seen"
Choices given, aspects driven, Cupid pondered the reply
The one to hear, the one to fear. "What is your answer, and the why?"
The man thought hard, which to discard, of whether trickery played part
But calming mind, to loosen bind, retreated head and entered heart.
"The right I'll take, make no mistake, I see that way is darker, vile
Easy paths, in lacking wrath, prepare me not for deeper trials"
The man stood firm, on Cupid's terms, his chest ablaze and aim beheld
"And chosen thus, the right we must, no turning back lest love be felled."
Cupid steadfast, his motion passed, began the march with man beside
Not knowing then, not where nor when, the journey ends. He only guides.
They traipse along, the two, headstrong, to carve a way throughout the brush
Past thorns and mud, and drawing blood, determined not to fall, be crushed
At miles gained, progress refrained, a wall too thick, too high to scale
Tried as he might, to face this plight, the man, his heart, began to fail
Cupid came near, the man in tears, to issue him one final task
"You see this wall, its breadth, its all, so upon you, this question asked
With use of wings, should you so sing, I'll carry you above, beyond
Arriving there, no matter where, we shall part ways and cease to bond"
"For option two, I give to you, the power of my arrows flight
Though wall impedes, my bow succeeds, in shooting through, with arrow slight
But be fair warned, its aim adorned, to never miss or go astray
The mark it finds, you two shall bind, whoever's heart my arrow sways"
"Oh what a choice, from Cupid's voice!" the man confided, in his thoughts
"To trust in love, that promised dove, or make this journey all for naught?"
He pondered more, this mental chore. Then one conclusion had come nigh
"I chose, dear Cupid, think me stupid, please do let your arrow fly."
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I've cut out the remainder as I was never really happy with what I put after this point. I had ended up changing the pattern of the writing all of a sudden as I wrote the remainder and it just comes out a bit awkward. If it helps, it did have a happy ending haha...
Enter Cupid, hardly stupid, knocking on a lonesome door
Effervescent, this contestant, at his fortune, grasped from lore
"Enter sire. By the fire, do I sit in wait of thee"
Spoke the man now pale, once tan, ushering the change to be
Cupid stood, as stout as wood, peering fire, calm and tame
Claiming bold, his job of old, neared the man so meek and lame
"Sent to gift, to kindly shift, your lonely days to those of love"
This deity, his grand decree, ignites the spirit spoken of.
The man made haste, no time to waste, in staving off a hermits fate
For arrows pierce, enamors fierce, eternal bonds it does create
He cleaned and groomed as feelings loomed of what awaits this fated day
"A blonde? Brunette? My Juliet? Oh heart and eyes, go forth, parley!"
Out from abode, the two souls strode, a journey's start to bring an end
To romance missed, a shrouded bliss, to what exists beyond the bend
A fork appeared, and Cupid leered, a question, thought, to change the quest
For such a man, attire bland, to him is given lover's test
"What road take we, for as you see, the left is paved, its lands serene
The right, however, forest weathered, nothing short of harshness seen"
Choices given, aspects driven, Cupid pondered the reply
The one to hear, the one to fear. "What is your answer, and the why?"
The man thought hard, which to discard, of whether trickery played part
But calming mind, to loosen bind, retreated head and entered heart.
"The right I'll take, make no mistake, I see that way is darker, vile
Easy paths, in lacking wrath, prepare me not for deeper trials"
The man stood firm, on Cupid's terms, his chest ablaze and aim beheld
"And chosen thus, the right we must, no turning back lest love be felled."
Cupid steadfast, his motion passed, began the march with man beside
Not knowing then, not where nor when, the journey ends. He only guides.
They traipse along, the two, headstrong, to carve a way throughout the brush
Past thorns and mud, and drawing blood, determined not to fall, be crushed
At miles gained, progress refrained, a wall too thick, too high to scale
Tried as he might, to face this plight, the man, his heart, began to fail
Cupid came near, the man in tears, to issue him one final task
"You see this wall, its breadth, its all, so upon you, this question asked
With use of wings, should you so sing, I'll carry you above, beyond
Arriving there, no matter where, we shall part ways and cease to bond"
"For option two, I give to you, the power of my arrows flight
Though wall impedes, my bow succeeds, in shooting through, with arrow slight
But be fair warned, its aim adorned, to never miss or go astray
The mark it finds, you two shall bind, whoever's heart my arrow sways"
"Oh what a choice, from Cupid's voice!" the man confided, in his thoughts
"To trust in love, that promised dove, or make this journey all for naught?"
He pondered more, this mental chore. Then one conclusion had come nigh
"I chose, dear Cupid, think me stupid, please do let your arrow fly."
---
I've cut out the remainder as I was never really happy with what I put after this point. I had ended up changing the pattern of the writing all of a sudden as I wrote the remainder and it just comes out a bit awkward. If it helps, it did have a happy ending haha...
