fairytale..a ballad(part1)

Oh reader…what do you look for



A poem..a tale ..a dialogue??



Deliver..i will..the sort



That enslaves you…trot trot







There were two lassies



Jenny and jane



Brandishing beauty



And flowing manes



Merchants and shepheards



Drew to their lanes



Showered love and gold



But all in vain







Then came a hunter



Not thin not stout



With bows and arrows



But cupids drought



The bloke he was



Called nimrod of south



But at romance



Dense out an out







Now.. arrived the



Lovers tempest



For nuptials



mayhem and zest



The spring balls



And Wine fests



The country spun a web of its mushy thread







and when the streets saw



the ladies step down



kings offered their carriages



laid out their crowns



they clambered austere



or with a frown



tranquil they rode



to the lavish lounge







while in the fest they saw



the hunter stride



his nonchalance



appealed their pride



in an instant each decided



to be his wife



unaware he was also



the apple of the other’s eyes







in a weaks time



so intoxicated were they l



ove brewed ..then



passion flared



and rest is subject to guesswork raised



what on grapevine was heard



and what evidently remained







and so they met



to confess their love



to the hunter



and each other ..all above



then,



what erupted



was an inferno



like cannons



their furies flowed







its been three



decades since then



the haunted house



speaks of when



the wrath devoured



the two maidens



unblemished alone now



are the tales of the haven