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[aid] => mick
[title] => The Prisoners
[time] => 2009-10-05 13:45:17
[hometext] => (Very different to my first poem)
[bodytext] => I remember a young woman By the name of Aela Jay She guarded a red-walled prison And kept convicts locked away Her regime was beastly With intent to kill and maim But the rules that she imposed Were fearful all the same Her prisoners were either beaten, Starved or just ignored Aela made them pay dearly, Those criminals she so abhorred And what is it, I hear you ask That these captives had done? What offence could warrant Such a stony, heartless matron? Though Aela Jay so diligently Kept them doing time It may be that she punished not For any previous crime Could it be that she was bound To incarcerate, day and night Not for the fear of what they did, But because of what they might? One evening, a man named Lovejoy A rash, rebellious inmate He would visit his captor And attempt to negotiate When Aela’s eyes grew heavy He whispered in her ear ‘For how long do you expect That you can retain us all in here? Mistress, we loathe these grim confines And I can no more stare At those same red-walled caverns, Locked in with Shame and Despair. Release us, even gradually For we have done no wrong Or else we start a riot And we are but a hundred strong.’ Aela Jay took notice But she did not dare comply For who could know what havoc They would wreak, with spirits high? She wouldn’t begin to consider Opening up those strong, pearl gates, Rolling out that red carpet And allowing them to dictate And so she simply waited For the anarchy to ensue It wasn’t a solution But what else was she to do? Aela lay in waiting Feeling fitful and afraid And soon enough the captives pushed Against red barricades She tried in vain to stifle them But they never ceased For what is one young woman Against a hundred at least? The prisoners were victorious Escstatic, full of glee For it seemed that this was the day That they would be truly free Somewhere in the vast melee Aela Jay did fall The protest of the prisoners had Become a deadly brawl The force of so many detainees Striving for their due Overwhelmed her in an instant And she all but split in two And now what a spectator Would, no doubt, expect to see Is a hundred triumphant prisoners Marching from their dungeons, free But this is not what happened Because without Aela Jay The prisoners could not subsist, So they vanished clean away [comments] => 3 [counter] => 222 [topic] => 40 [informant] => MaryAnson [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 20 [ratings] => 4 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => fantasy )
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