A TALE OF OLD

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A Tale Of Old


We turn the pages
Of our book
A time long gone
A bubbling brook

A castle
Hidden in the mist
Where knights of lore
Did exist

A fairytale
Starts to unfold
There lived a people
From aeon’s old

That worked the land
And loved to laugh
Who never felt
The Kingdoms wrath

The Bard’s would come
And spin their tales
Every night
Whilst they drank Ales

Rumors spread
About this town
And strangers started
Comin’ round

They could not believe
What they would hear
About a people
That felt no fear

The Kingdom grew
Far and wide
The joy they felt
No one denied

Is this real
Or just folklore
The story’s over
There is no more

I’d like to think
This tale is true
That happiness
Was all they knew

I guess we’ll never
Really know
About this Kingdom
From long ago

The book now closed
The story ends
But it lives on
When shared with friends

Original Poetry Written By
Eryn Dunbar
Copyright (c) 3.31.2025


 

Comments

Melvin said…
Beautiful.
April 5, 2025 at 4:15 PM
Zeus said…
Eryn, this poem is truly captivating! "A Tale of Old" sweeps me into a world of misty castles and fearless people, where joy runs as free as that bubbling brook you describe so beautifully. The way you craft this timeless fairytale with knights and bards drinking ales is pure magic. I can almost hear their laughter ringing through the lines. I love how you show the simplicity of their lives, free from wrath, and then build that growing curiosity as strangers arrive, drawn by tales of their boldness. The flow of your words has such a natural, storytelling charm, and that thoughtful ending is brilliant. It leaves me wondering and wishing that such a kingdom might have been real, a place where happiness was everything. Tying it all together with the book closing yet living on through sharing feels so warm and perfect. You have a real talent, Eryn, for bringing the past to life and filling the heart with wonder. This poem is a gem!

April 5, 2025 at 4:21 PM
Justice13james said…
Ahh I could smell the soggy soil and moss in the breeze and hear music faintly, The way life was lived during the Medieval times always fascinated me you really painted the scene
April 5, 2025 at 10:26 PM
camp1955 said…
This poem is mythical, joyful kingdom lost to time. It vividly portrays a simple, happy people living by a brook near a misty castle, untouched by fear or oppression. The poem’s smooth rhythm, with short, paired lines, creates a fairytale like, Imagery of knights, bards, and ale soaked nights of a romanticized past. The wistful tone questions whether the tale or truth. leaving one with a bittersweet longing for a happiness that might never be.
April 7, 2025 at 1:23 PM
Eryona Writes! said…
Thank you Melvin! 🤗
April 8, 2025 at 5:12 PM
Eryona Writes! said…
Thank you for this beautiful review Zeus ♥️
April 8, 2025 at 5:13 PM
Eryona Writes! said…
I love this JJ! Thank you! ♥️
April 8, 2025 at 5:13 PM
Eryona Writes! said…
This is a wonderful review, Tim! Thank you! ♥️
April 8, 2025 at 5:14 PM
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