This is another of the poems I wrote during my Bachelor’s studies. This one was inspired by the body of fairy and folk tales I was studying at the time. It’s mainly inspired by tales such as Beauty and the Beast and myths such as Hades and Persephone, Cupid and Psyche, and really any of those abducted bride tales. This poem was originally part of a set of 12, including Elements of Love (which I shared on 15/7 here), using love as a central theme. As there are many kinds of love, I wrote each poem focusing on a different type. This one is called Twisted because its depicts a twisted love. A love that is more obsession than actual love, and it is completely unrequited.
By B. Forrester
At night I lie awake and cry;
when I hear his haunting lullaby.
Mistress to this fearsome master;
trapped in halls of alabaster.
Dancing in his masquerade;
wonder if I’ll ever be saved.
Enslaved, a puppet on a string,
make me act his every whim.
Vines and hedges to my chagrin,
he built a labyrinth to keep me in.
Moon and stars outside shine bright,
inside, I will not be saved tonight.
On heathen nights of enchanted power,
You’ll find me hiding in the tower.
For under his gaze I can’t but cower,
Save me by the midnight hour.
On pagan nights of pagan rites,
I must fight.
I cannot be what I have been,
nor consent to be his queen.
Refuse to herald him as King,
permanent scars to my heart and skin.
For years now I have been enslaved,
missing the freedom my heart craves.
Wishing the days would pass by faster,
wrapping my bleeding wounds in plasters.
Anger at his orders defied,
and once again here I cry.