Animus

Holt Period 4

AP Eng IV

Fairytale Poem Assignment

Animus

All fairytales beginning seem gay. Nothing is wrong, nothing astray. 

Every moment more thrilling than the last, like a quest to solve a mystery unknown. 

Two souls can love and laugh together, but happiness never lasts forever. 

For a furnished path can only travel so long before it turns to unruly stone. 

And with the escape of a bitter lie from a loving heart that once felt like home. 

Two together will soon be apart, for this chapter will soon be left unatoned . 

For in the midst of that bitter lie, was something born, something wicked and sly. 

It took abode in the hearts of both, and suckled blood till left dry as bone. 

The silent glare of beautiful eyes, brought her tumbling down from a castle so high. 

And umbrage manifested till nothing was left. He shook her pride and she broke his throne. 

It was the start of something which soon both would bemoan. 

It was the start of an anger that left peace unatoned. 

The king and queen had settled their fates, awaiting the other’s head on a silver plate. 

The mercenaries reaped havoc in every inch of their paths, turning the parish to a combat zone. Too blinded by their anger to realize, they were calling out for the kingdom’s demise. 

The secrets they once shared with one another, were writhed into weapons and pounding stones.

Of a worthless relationship they claim they’ve outgrown. 

But a beautiful friendship has been left unatoned. 

Disguised by quiet and stillness it lives, a ghost haunting souls who can’t forgive. 

A silent army that creeps through the night and devours the existence of the lost and alone. 

It’s questioned. It’s pondered. But these trifling thoughts never seem to weigh in the way that they ought. 

It’s presence is growing, the malice has won. And there is no hope for the light that once shone. 

They didn’t see the harm they brought to each other, let alone 

The price the village would pay for the squabble, the good of the people left unatoned. 

She gathers the potion and conjures the wicked and slips a drop into his glass of wine. 

As the liquor touches his waiting tongue, he consumes the spite not knowing what he drinks in The wick is lit and animosity is growing. But the man is gilded and thinks himself all-knowing. His ignorance breeds path for death and failure as the venom begins to sink in.

It attacks from within; the heart, the veins, the mind and then the bone. 

While the wellbeing of the kingdom has been left unatoned. 

The only thing remembered is attack, memory ignores the blissful times it lacks. 

As the mind retraces mistakes and happenings that were then unknown 

And the rancor grows stronger and stronger, until neither soul can survive any longer 

And all that is left of the once peaceful dwelling is the remains of a broken home. 

Only then does either realize the mistake they made that left them both alone, 

Only then do they realize the wrong in leaving a love unatoned. 

In remembrance of an era not long ago, In remembrance of a passion no longer aglow. 

The kingdom has withered and surrendered itself, with the reign of peace overthrown. 

The missionaries have abandoned their quest. The church has fled leaving township unblessed. The sad misplacing of blame and trust, brought irreparable consequence, for all was forlorn. 

They longed for companionship of one another, but both believed neither would condone, 

The reconciliation of love and safety that had left an empire unatoned.