Friday, 4 February 2011

New WIPs

I'm currently working on a project that's a little out of the ordinary for me. Instead of trying to write a gripping novel I'm approaching writing with an almost child-like view. This means letting the images do almost as much talking as the rhyming does. Oh yeah, I forgot to mention, it's all limericks and rhymes. It's not the final version, I still need to edit and get artwork sorted for it. But as far as understanding the story itself...well, you find out.

The Tale of Two Lovers Lost

One thunderstorm
Covered a mid-summers night-sky
It laid a roaring blanket
Over two lovers and their demise

Heaven cries when angels die
Yet none fall from above
And the only thing that could not be so lost
Were the pains of the lover’s undying love

So tales were told in the bars and taverns
Of a terrible vengeful plight
That two spectres should readily appear
On the eve of their ill-fated night

Moans are heard and figures are seen
To those eyes who happen by
Yet few have ever set foot on the grounds
‘less one should lose his life!

That is until one young lad had dared
And made his way to their home
A foolhardy boy with air ‘tween the ears
He made the journey alone

The night sky was clad with fog
Yet the haunting moon still leered
But it was not this horrid atmosphere
That he truly had feared

He’d be the first and for sure the last
But it was the dreadful thought
That he might not return alive
And get the fame he had surely sought

He’d be forever gone
And missing, like the others
He’d be just another fatal victim
Of the vengeful lovers

He approached wearily
His eyes crept as he scanned
No living soul was present here
Just the dust and debris of the damned

The echo as he entered
Of that long un-used front door
Had surely awoken any who dwell
If he had not before

Inside the house it was damp
And it clutched hold of his melancholy
Yet adrenalin still raced his veins
Should his quest be his folly

But he persevered and pushed ahead
Just like mummy’s little soldier
He was bold alright, and rightly so
He told himself as he looked over his shoulder

And then, an aching hollow gripped him
And he received the spinal shivers
As the soft resonance of a females voice
Came to him from amongst all that withers

He froze in his place
And realised his groin had released
For there she stood, impossibly so
The previously deceased!

Yet there he stay
As the spectre approached by the by
His throat dry and his skin pale
As the boy started to cry

And now stood he, face to face
Looking at the beautiful dead maid
And in her face he could read none
Except for her undying rage

“For you, young man, he who dares
Such a discourteous trespass,
A tale of woe and sin and blood
And of love that will forever last”

The horrid maiden
She reached out and touched the boys cheek
He did not flinch or squint his eye
And was shown her tale so bleak

The two lovers were in their prime
So striking and grossly pure
And she, the fair maiden here
Attracted many with her glowing allure

Yet there was one, there always was
Who did not understand
That he could not have the maiden fair
For she had chosen her man

The disgruntled creature grew callous
His intentions were becoming desperate
For he had proposed on many occasion
And hated that they were to be separate

For the man was wealthy
And had reaped the fat of the land
Yet he was a lonely greedy creature
And love he could not understand

The town, they laughed and jeered him by
His pride a blackened smudge
But this only fuelled his woeful glee
As he calculated his grudge

His eye gleamed with evil intent
And his mind worked a design
For a way that she would be his alone
In which she could never decline

Under the cloak of night trodden sky
And a murderous storm of thunder
The loathsome man in a jealous rage
Sliced the eyes of the maidens lover

And from her he stole for himself
After the rape and hurt she endured
The heart cut from her voluptuous chest
For him, his lusting cured

He locked her heart in a wooden box
And made sure it was only he
Who had access to fair maiden’s heart
Making he made sure he’d lost the key

And as if in a dream, the young boy snapped
Out of his morbid reverie
The dead maiden was gone and the sun arise
As he felt his heart break dearly

The tale of the two lovers lost
Dried as the young cocks crowed
The daring young man had surely returned
To his quiet and humble abode

Yet the young lad who had seen the ghost
Of the maiden who was filled with sorrow
Failed to see in his idling day-dream
That it was now his chest that was hollow!

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