the death of a princess

there are two voices in this poem.
princess gwendolyn
knight, caspian





Gwendolyn
From sleep of endless dreams, awake
To land where life returns
The land where future’s not at stake
And fires of hell no longer burn

I say my love, do take me there
Where I will surely know
What use my own two hands will be
What use in times of woe

I ask you now, do I not need
A peaceful place to dwell
A quite place amongst the reeds
Safe from the fires of hell

Men like you, all one and same
Think women do not rate
They do not need a place to rest
And doom is much their fate

Oh, determined I, to show you
Where my doth my fealty lie
If you choose not to rescue me
I’ll force you to come nigh  

Knight, Caspian  

Do not be under false beliefs
About my heart’s desire
I’d rather die than see you here
In hell and mortal fire

But I am under orders fast
to see you bonded true
To chains of Castle Maine at last
I cannot rescue you

But when you die, don’t think of me
In sad or angry ways
for you, my love will always be
The maiden of my days.

My heart beats fast amongst my suit
Of armored steel and chain
And rest assured your death so swift
Will not have been in vain.


Gwendolyn

I hear the horses coming now
I turn my eyes away
I hear the horses coming fast
I do not wish to stay

I smell the ash and fire
That sees me to my doom
I see death’s darkened sillouhette
doth fast me to the room

Oh uncle, do you hear me now
Your wishes shall come true
With blackened heart, and tainted love
The kingship falls to you

Oh smoke and fiery torment
I’ve seen my image last
I can now no longer breathe  
My end is coming fast


Caspian

I had not courage, strong or bold
To see her rescued here
I had not strength to take her hand
To allay her final fear

But if sword shall do me in
If  ground by mortal blade
I swear, by knight’s strong oath am bound
My final word is Gwendolyn