Story of the Cursed

Just beyond the sunset,
Through the forest of pain,
There's a giant wall of rubble
Where a great battle once had raged.

Where once there stood a tower,
A mighty spire to the sky,
A great magic had been woven,
Alas it's now but dried.

This place they say is haunted,
Even now they still hear screams.
Wailing in the darkness
By a figure still unseen.

Illusions here are witnessed,
The weary dare not cross,
Fear of something dreadful
Or maybe something lost.

Monsters roam this land,
They say maybe one at least,
Looking for the innocent
On whom it may choose to feast.

They say many who have entered
Are never seen again,
Many stay away
But some stray every now and then.

Everyone has stories
I'm sure you've heard a few,
But have you really thought
That one is spoken true?

Listen to the story
Perhaps you'll see the light
And see through the dark illusions
That caused this land to die.

Once there was a gardener
Who kept a tidy crop,
He sowed his seeds of wonder
And blessed this little plot.

A wielder of great magic
To the tender plants at least,
Shared his wondrous bounty
To those who came to see.

To one he kept a treasure,
So perfect in his eyes
And shared his secret gift
With the apple of his eye.

He never had a chance
For she pierced his lowly heart,
She cursed him for a fool
And tore his world apart.

So there he built a tower
And sealed himself inside,
Vowing not to leave,
Forever here to hide.

Then again it happened
And she helped him break the wall,
Never did he know
How far that time he'd fall.

From this was born the darkness,
The great war that shook this earth
And made this wall of rubble
In a land they now called cursed.

Fadedspirit 10/30/2008

Okay you.. I have read this twice,, I have tears in my eyes yet warmth in my heart all at the same time,,, Hmmmm
my dear friend you way heavy on my mind

No matter how many times we decide to build those walls we must take the chance on the next one being the one. good write

the garden must be tended again, so that special someone on the horizon can enjoy the growth and beauty that is offered

Compassion and care run a parallel course and I see these things within your heart and much more. (((LAMom))) Thank you so much for that heart you share with everyone.


Very true TxsGal, we must always have hope. Thanks for reading and I'm glad you liked it.

Ahh yes pkd, and in the process of tending to that garden we must not forget the forest in which we cultivate the sinews of our lives.
Thanks for reading and I'm glad you liked it.

A blessing or a curse which am I was running rampant in my brain today. Beautiful job.

Thanks DKW.
Sometimes we may not be able to tell if we are one or the other, for the decision there sometimes lies in the heart of the beholder.