This is a very special one.
This was the first ever poem I wrote.
I had no idea I was able to write poetry until this one just walked itself into my head.
I don’t know where it came from. But it’s very precious to me.
I always thought it was a children’s poem, albeit rather dark. It’s also quite lyrical, it’s slightly epic …
I’ll let you all decide its category.
In true George Lucas style- I wrote a prequel a couple of years later! To be released here in the near future…
Ok, enjoy 🌺
The woods were dark and misty,
Little Sarah was afraid.
She wore no coat to warm her,
Just the scarf her Mother made.
Why was she out alone, you ask,
On such a fearsome night?
‘T’was here she was to come to learn
The Mystery of Flight.
She’d fled her house at midnight
To meet the Dark Man here.
A secret he would teach her
That no one else could hear.
“I’ll teach you how to fly, ” he’d said
“You’ll learn of wondrous things,
Just come prepared and don’t be scared,
You, too will soon have wings .”
Oh, how she longed to learn to fly,
To flee from all her foes;
He’d promised her this freedom,
The Dark Man who no one knows.
So on she went
Through forest dark,
No moon did shine that night.
The wind blew fierce, icy cold
And Sarah shook with fright.
She pressed on through the blackness,
For this was the darkest part.
She thought red eyes were watching her…
And fear clutched at her heart.
On and on she walked until
She saw him standing there.
Tall and caped, he watched her
With his penetrating stare.
“I’m here,” she whispered, trembling
“Will you teach me, sir?” she asked
But he simply stared right through her
As the next few minutes passed…
“Patience is the key,” he said
And velvet was his voice.
“I’ll teach you what you wish to know
But you must make a choice.”
“A choice? “she said, “What do you mean?”
And this was his reply…
“Your Soul is all I ask
If I’m to show you how to fly.”
“My Soul! “she cried, “But I cannot!
For surely I will perish!”
So tempting was his offer-
But her Soul was hers to cherish.
“I cannot, sir, give you my Soul,
Without it, I will die.
If that’s the choice I have to make,
I’ll not learn how to fly. “
“So very brave, young Sarah,”
Said the Dark Man, voice so deep.
“You choose not to have the gift of Flight,
Your Soul instead to keep?”
She stood alone there, thinking
What it was that she should choose…
For flying was salvation
But her Soul she’d surely lose.
And as she thought she realised
If she didn’t learn to fly,
She’d not escape her foes
So was the price really too high?
“Sir, I have decided
To accept your gift of Flight.
My Soul I give you freely
On this dark and icy night.
In the pitch black, midnight darkness
A smile lingered on his face…
“Follow me, young Sarah
As we leave this cursèd place.”
And with her words, she’d sealed her Fate,
Her Soul was hers no more.
And as they walked the Emptiness
Did chill her to the core.
They reached a small, dark clearing,
Then he turned to her and said,
“Erase all thoughts, Young Sarah,
Clear the cobwebs from your head.”
She did as he had told her,
And as she stood in fear…
He placed his hand upon her face,
“Be not afraid, my dear.
For as you stand here trembling,
I pass to you this Gift.
Your feet will soon not touch the ground
And through the air you’ll lift.”
And as his words raced through her mind,
She did indeed take flight.
And through the trees she travelled
Ever higher, through the night.
She soared through clouds and passed the stars,
Far from the world below…
And on the ground, he stood and watched,
His eyes a deep red glow…
It was his time to take her now,
This precious little child.
And as he spun his evil spell,
The wind blew loud and wild.
“It’s time, my little Sarah,”
He whispered to the night.
“Your freedom now is over-
I take back my Gift of Flight.”
She felt herself grow heavy,
No longer like a bird…
And all at once, it dawned on her,
He’d gone back on his word.
She fell and kept on falling…
And her heart was fit to break…
She had no Soul.
She could not Fly.
She’d made the worst mistake.
Soon she’d know of Nothing,
She’d not see another day.
And as she fell, the Dark Man
Held her Soul and walked away.
© 2017 Maria L