Watcher

It was a day, full of song and sun,
A handsom man stood in the square.
And young maidens stood, hope in their eyes,
While they were watched, unaware.

Today he was to choose a bride!
A woman young and fair,
To spend his life with, a joyous ride!
But enemies beware…

For from within the wood so calm,
A maiden stands and waits,
With silken hair and velvet eyes,
She meets him at the gates.

For she is his and he is hers,
To spend life forever, like birds of a feather,
To care for each other, and live together,
To keep cool by water’s edge, and warm by fire and furs,

And little maidens shed a tear,
Alas, their prince is gone.
But from the wood, a lad draws near,
A village where he senses wrong.

Little knows the tiny town,
Little knows their prince of new,
That a handsom man, and his bride in her gown,
Watch them, enjoying the view.

It was a day, full of song and sun,
A handsom man stood in the square,
And young maidens stood, hope in their eyes,
While they were watched, unaware.

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Kay: This was actually this weekend's homework, and I decided to post it. If anyone's ever read the poem Jabberwocky, that's what this was inspired by. I'm no Lewis Carroll (the poet who wrot Jabberwocky), but I tryed my best, right? Review, peoples! Make a teen author/ poet happy!