Pelléas and Mélisande

Perchance there walked a knight

Even-tide, in a garden of rain;

 

Love, bruised and mute, broke free,

 

Lost within a lake of pain.

 

Eternal was the theme they wove,

 

And their fate was dark as night;

 

Still, the lovers walked free, within the forest grove.

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Above, the birds fell silent,

 

Nervous of the approaching storm;

 

Doom dripped from clouds formed when love was born.

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Mercy, she begged from her lover,

 

Even as she left him for dead;

 

Lost in a forest of streams,

 

Injured and brought to the marriage-bed.

 

Stars dancing on water,

 

And gold vanished in wells;

 

Never to sit on the finger,

 

Doom rang like a bell;

 

Even-tide, in a garden of rain.

©2020 by Nicola Niemc