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Author: AmandaJoywrites
Fiction Rated: K - English - Romance/Hurt/Comfort - Reviews: 3 - Published: 05-05-09 - Updated: 05-05-09 - Complete - id:2669549

King Arthur and his Mariella

Forever and ever, she said, we’ll be together.

Her thoughts echoed around ‘n round and he thought he could almost see them.

Because when I was a little girl and he was as fearless as a wildcat—

He rested a cool hand on her shoulder, willing her to understand.

And he brought me a crown of dandelions and we played like Kings and Queens—

“Maria,” Art called again, but he knew she was somewhere else.

You called me Mariella, Queen Of All The Land, and you were King Arthur minus Guinevere—

He stood strong, silent, and heroic, while she, the maiden he was bent on saving, was lost.

We played Kings and Queens and I’d always love you and we’d be together, forever and

-.-.-

And Arthur dropped her hand and shoulder, since he couldn’t be her champion anymore.

Because she’s so beautiful, ever since I first made her that necklace and she wore it as a—

He knew she was someplace nowhere, dreaming about their always.

Crown of yellow dand-e-lions and then I was King Arthur to her Queen Mariella, and we’d—

The light behind her eyes, he’d miss, maybe the debilitating daydreams too.

Rule kingdoms forever together, just because she dreamt it, but now I had to—

Arthur bent toward her lips, and with one last kiss he could do it. He could tell her he’d be leaving.

Go and break her beating, dreaming, loving, and never-changing heart; the heart I’ve wanted since she—

And he was about to say it, just this close to finally admitting his kiss was only to quiet her mind.

Let me play Kings and Queens, but now we’d never play again, and she just wouldn’t understand he was—

“I’m sick, Mariella,” Arthur thought the tumor might’ve just gotten bigger, “No more forever and always.”

A/N: I’m not sure if I’d call this a poem, but today in my creative writing class, my teacher had us create a piece of writing that wasn’t prose and wasn't any style we'd ever tried before. Oh, and this has a few touches of one of my other poems "Ever and Ever", but that poem was VERY different. I hope you ike it! Please review whether good or bad.



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