day 25 of NaPoWriMo…
Todays invite is to write a ballad. Ballads come in different forms, always lyrical, and with lines that rhyme. The line pace is often 8/9 syllables for the first line, 6/7 for the alternating lines. Always there is a story to be told; often some lament. And, of course it can be anyway ya want it. It’s about the story.
We knew what made her walk away
No tears rolled down her face
She had a smile that fateful day
She disappeared without a trace
She took with her just skin and bones
Wrapped in a blue velvet cloak
Her faithful dog at her side alone
She was gone before he awoke
His search was reckless full of woe
She was his and his forever
Who was she to think she could go
He told her never ever
Away from never ever land
Free from his vile breath
She found comfort in woman’s hand
A sweet love for her till death
We knew what made her walk away
Little did we know her fate
Into the arms of a woman she stays
Forever is never too late
