Whistler's Hallow

I

As winds flee from his radiant train;

He rides in scarlet steeds.

Of folks who live, both poor and vain;

He’s known of valiant deeds

His ardor so relentless!

Heroic, brave and dauntless.

II

He lives where righteous courage thrives;

The land of joy and glee.

They live in pious harmonious lives;

Of care, they are all free.

Devoted to religion;

Beset with shrewd volition.

III

She rivals that of royal maids

and woodland muses’ lore.

She spends her days in sunlit glades;

She’s lovely to the core.

Her beauty is surpassing

Fair, lovely and enchanting

IV

But seldom fate; flout the lives we lead,

None is spared from its clutches.

Hero and heroine both bound to heed,

In its murky wily wrenches.

With twisting plots and tragic endings,

Endowed with all its trappings.

V

And hence beheld, by her, his grace;

Her heart was soon enthralled.

Devoid in wise and proper ways;

Her kin was soon appalled.

In reason she is wanting.

Her life will be debasing.

VI

To feel the hard and heating girth;

An act she’d dare commit

No joy is found in all of earth;

Of blame, from her omit.

O’ carnal flesh delighting

O’ sinful deeds exciting!

VII

She weeps in sleepy silent nights,

Pining in endless chasms.

She dreams of gallant daring flights,

Symptoms of phantasm.

Driven mad from his rejection;

She fled into seclusion.

VIII

In the sleepy Whistlers’ Hallow;

There she pines forevermore.

In trenches deep not shallow,

Hear the beatings of the shore.

She plots for crude devices,

The tragedy arises.