This is my first attempt at poetry on dVerse. dVerse is hosted by Brian, and it is a lovely forum to bring out the poet in you. This time the challenge is to tell a story through a poem. It can be free verse, rhyming, short or long, anything you’re comfortable with.
Here is what I managed to come up with. Not much, but I hope you guys think its okay.
At times, what appears to be is not actually true. Looks can be deceiving. Love and loyalty exist in surprising places, where they are least expected to be. The most trusted ones may turn out to be traitors and many a times, those suspected and wronged, prove to be real angels.
The Raven’s Curse
Ages ago, in the land of calm and good
Lived a noble, wise king
Peace reigned undisturbed and he
Was loved by all the people belonging.
The king loved his subjects, his queen and children
But his pride and joy was his pet phoenix
Flame, with fiery gold red plumes
Was highly intelligent and had eyes like onyx.
The king understood his bird
Just like the bird understood him
The co ordination of their minds helped the king
Win every battle with Flame alongside him.
There were enemies who mocked the king
Declaring him to become a zookeeper
Gnashing their teeth when it failed to anger him
Only fueled his love for his pet deeper.
One day, the king was injured in war
Flame having failed to protect his back
Just then a raven came out of nowhere
And maimed the enemy before he could attack.
The noble king was ever grateful
To the bird who ad saved his life
But Flame remained suspicious, fearing
That the raven would cause strife.
The raven asked if he might stay
And the kind king readily agreed
While Flame seethes in silent rage
To him, the raven was an usurper with insatiable greed.
He watched with growing envy
As the bird occupied his king’s good grace
In his terrible wrath, Flame did not realize
For the king, no one could ever take his place.
So the jealous phoenix hatched a conspiracy
By telling the enemies of the battle plan
He made the king’s defeat point to the raven
Making it seem like it was his hand.
Hurt and betrayed, the king banished the raven
To the joy of Flame ,once more the pet
The raven’s heart was broken and that
By the very man he rescued from death.
Then he confronted the evil phoenix
Realizing that he’d cheated for his petty pride
The raven cursed him: as long as he lived
Between Flame and the king would exist a great divide,
The phoenix, arrogant in his victory
Paid the words of the raven no heed
The raven, broken and unhappy, walked away
And Flame celebrated, remorseless of his deed.
But Fate would not let matters rest
Word about Flame spread among ranks and rows
Hard as he tried to hide his treachery
Somehow the king came to know.
Confident he could bluff it out
Flame appeared before the king in his rooms
But an unseen force made him speak the truth
And straight away led him to his doom.
The king felt that Flame must be slain
But unable to kill the being he loved to the core
Ordered him to be exiled
In that age and forevermore.
Only then did Flame truly repent
Spending every moment wondering how the king must be
Silently struggling to move closer
But the Raven’s curse would never set him free.