Alright, I had this idea last night: two poems, different but related to one another. They're dramatic poems, so I put them here. Here they are! Eventually, I am going to keep going, like a conversation, sort of. A story of poems.
Father's POV
Fretful Son
Fly fast and true, O son of mine,
The sky is far from you limit.
Twirl steadily, leap with grace
Never fear the clutch of war.
Simple laws of gravity,
they contain you no more.
Promise me honestly, O son of mine,
Never march with the soldiers to fight.
You can't control the war,
Don't try to control the pain.
Warriors dance with swords,
Death in their sights,
Do not leave me, fretful son,
and do not kill in vain.
Next, the 'sister' poem. From the son's POV.
Fretful Father
My father, you can
control me no longer.
I must fight these beasts
in crazed thirst for revenge.
I love you with all my heart, O father,
but my grim priorities mustn't wander.
I shall fly across seas,
honest and true.
I shall dance for days
with the king watching,
If it means so much, O father,
I shall plummet into waters blue.
If the need is so great,
I shall die on my feet, dancing.
I must leave, I must fight,
I refuse to be slaughtered in fright.
Thanks for reading!!!
