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Smith & Baker
Contributed by
Butterat_Zool
on
Tuesday, 3rd February 2004 @ 03:04:46 AM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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Two men did meet once in a wood
and spake of merchantry,
enlightenment and local wealth
under a gallant tree.
So spake they thus for days on end
and shared such secrets so,
should either one find his life done,
his business still could go.
So spake they thus for months on end,
the Baker and the Smith,
that each could take the others trade
and practice it forthwith.
They told of sales they would make
and nobles to whom theyd sell
and slowly Baker reasoned out
that Smiths shop did more well.
He plotted thus for three long nights,
and writ an evil deed
which blacked his heart and filled it
and his coffers full of greed.
And that next day, so met they, as was
normal, neath the tree,
and, knife in hand, the baker cut
the smithy at the knee.
The man cried out and let his blood
to feed the moss below,
His life was lost, his family, loved,
twas nothing else to know.
Whist thee thy tongue, good sir, and bind
thy hands under the bough.
Thy time has come, thus thou art hung.
Thy sins, repent thee now.
The bakers heart was filled with flame.
In boiling blood, he baked,
and as his friend swung from the bough,
the greed-filled heart did break.
He wished forgiveness from his friend,
but he no mercy gave,
and let the blacksmith swing til still
and built for him a grave,
for fear so clawed at this mans heart
that hed be like betrayed,
and have his head placed on the block
for his attempt to slay.
So after this dark deed was done,
the baker went back home,
and wept into a weeping sleep,
for he was all alone.
The morning aft, he rose at dawn
and went to tend the shop
that hed inherited that night
right from the man hed fobbed.
He entered Smiths now-humbled shop,
and saw a wondrous sight,
a blade his fallen friend had forged
and finished that last night.
It sat inside a shallow pool
that smelled of sweet liqueur,
and glimmered as wills-o-the-wisp
with victims under lure.
He noticed etchings on the blade
that seemed to spell his name,
drew out the blade, looked closer still,
and yet, he found the same.
His friend had made for him a gift
to seal their friendship true
and that same night, without a fight,
his friend their friendship slew.
The bloodguilt filled his heart with woe
as he beheld the hilt,
adorned with gold, sliver, and jade,
Bakers red tears were spilt.
To test this sword most elegant,
the finest in the land,
sir Baker glided his new blade
most gently through his hand.
Though utmost care and tenderness
were taken to protect,
the hand bled rivers, cuts ran deep
and this, dear Baker recked.
His sore wound shortly felt no pain
nor any sensations,
and streaks of black flowed up his arm
just as a river runs.
His flesh grew pallid on his arm,
as up the black lines crawled,
like leper-skin, like living death,
like his smith-friend had called.
He panicked as his chest went numb,
his black heart beat no more,
and gasping for his final breath,
he collapsed on the floor.
His eyes then blinked a widened blink,
his face showed naught but fear,
then a new thought brought peacefulness
and Bakers conscience cleared.
He realized now that his attack
had simply landed first,
and Smiths new poisoned blade would have
dealt him a death much worse.
With one thought, he forgave himself,
and asked his God the same.
His world went white with glimmer-light
from the blade that bore his name
and into rest eternal, our
dear baker-friend did slip,
knowing the blade that bore his name
was resting at his hip,
and life at last had come to pass
its lessons to his soul,
as his dark ways and greedy days
were paid to him in full.
Copyright ©
Butterat_Zool
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2004-02-03 03:04:46]
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Re: Smith & Baker
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by DreamWeaver on
Tuesday, 3rd February 2004 @ 06:14:40 AM AEST
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| Wow!!!! This is a masterpiece ... totally awesome write ... Jan |
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Re: Smith & Baker
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by fallen_eyes on
Tuesday, 3rd February 2004 @ 06:36:01 AM AEST
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wow, seems ur poets block was well worth it. this is an amazing poem the imagery is fantastic, you can see it all happening. I really really liked this one its great. kepp it up hun.
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Re: Smith & Baker
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by Rawkergurl2003 on
Tuesday, 3rd February 2004 @ 07:55:01 PM AEST
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completly brilliant.. keep it up.
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Re: Smith & Baker
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by Crys on
Monday, 9th February 2004 @ 03:52:40 PM AEST
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I am completely amazed. I cannot stress how much I love this poem..It's too intense to verbalize. Absolutely amazing... I'm at a total loss of words. Once again, you have impressed me to the fullest extent, and yet this time I feel just a hint of envy. Brilliant write, butterat! Keep'em coming!
*~*Crys*~* |
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