My second poetry book “Dragon of Alcanmore” was born after I watched a documentary on Syphilis in the Victorian ages. I know, whatever writers get their inspiration from. Seems like a weird little fact but it also set the fantasy-like scene that reminds me of the 19th century in this book. Just like with my first poetry book the poems together tell a whole story and are posted together with the audiobook.
Just like the last time, I have also gone through the trouble of voice acting it out as an audiobook. Those who prefer to read can just do it so here but I will also add Spotify embeds here.
Dragon of Alcanmore – Poetry Book no. II With Audio Book
Oh papa, dearest of mine
How come your eyes so clouded, your heart so cold,
They can not fathom, how I can not marry the duke of butt-sniffing?
He said he had slain the dragon of Alcanmore
Single-handedly struck him down from his throne.
Are you really that unseeing?
Did a crow peck your eyes while in sleep?
The stories of his fictitious exploits
They are known to all the ladies
Across the land and beyond the seas
Yet you offer my hand in marriage
This bloody Hornswoggler.
The thought of sharing a bed with him makes me gag
I would rather spend my life with cockroaches
For I would never share a bed with all the women
That bear his illegitimate children
For he never learned to wrap it in sheep guts.
Oh Please, Papa, No
Oh Please, papa, no!
I can not down the thought of his slimy hands upon my breasts
How could you wager with my happiness?
You who you never won on a horse match.
Sell my soul to a dim, flickering hope
That you hold your blood close to your heart.
My papa, who you had carried me
With my arms tied around your neck
And ever since I was a tiny lady behind your back
Playing hide and seek with the world so frightening
I had thought that you were the mightiest of them all
A knight without his shiny armour, keeping me from harm.
Why have you fallen deaf to the pleas of your only daughter?
Oh God, Oh Lord, why have you forsaken me too?
Laced my heart, tied my hands
With a barbed wire.
Listen to me now when I say
A noose around my neck
I would wear like my mothers’ favourite pearls
If I ever bore his children.
Father, Help Me!
The white candle on my bedside table
Make the drapes on the northern window
Glitter like the foam of the sea
Even if the light in this desolate husk of mine
Seems to be fading with every gasp I take
Oh, papa, so cold is the sea, so quiet is the song.
And the salt is burning my eyes
Yet to close them I have no strength
You know how I loved the dead calm touching the horizon
And yet, petrified of the sirens have I become
As the stones around my waist keep me floating upon the bottom.
Oh papa, oh lord, oh God
I can not see the sky above my head
And I am running out of breath to keep
I never thought myself to be so far from God
So tired have become
Oh, so dark is the bottom of the sea.
FATHER HELP ME!
Meliabeth, my dearest, my only
How my heart it stings in its’ cage
Did the faerie mother of the forest get to you?
How many times will I have to scold you
Not to wander in the dawning of night?
Oh Meliabeth, my needle in a haystack
Can you tell that the Lord above has gone deaf
And Orelia has been howling for two days straight
Sniffing the air as if you were near?
I think we both have gone bonkers,
As I can hear the soft creaking of the floor
Just like when you were here
Sneaking in the hallway.
Oh dear, my heart is sinking with fear
It has been five days since I heard your voice
Angry you were but God do I miss that so
And today they found a lady behind the tree
The one you leapt from into the muddy shore
Almost breaking your ankle as the water was too shallow.
Forgive Me the Sins of My Blood
Oh Lord forgive me the sins of my blood
Take me to the gallows, burn my soul
But let her walk through the pearly gates.
My sweet, sweet girl
Oh, what have you done!
I knew you loved the sea
But still, my heart
It screams for justice for my little innocent girl.
Now she lays in the nameless grave
Behind the church, she went to ever since
She was a young lass
Oh God, oh Heavens above
Why won’t you let her sleep next to her mother?
She was a pious girl
Even if she detested the thought of marrying any man that didn’t read
God, I swear with my hand upon my chest
The yearning to learn, the words she weaved
An eloquent girl…
But now the fire that burned that was her soul
Has gone out like the candle on her bedside table
Wick burnt down to the wax.
Please take care of her soul
Please, I beg of you!
Lord, You Are the Worst of Them All
They say my name is tarnished and that my life I should walk
With my eyes on the ground, my words fallen silent.
An arrangement was broken
Her name has become a curse
The old hag from across the street is looking at me
As if I were a cat that pissed on her carpet
Forgetting that her son was the cause.
Oh lord how could I not see, I sent her to her doom,
How could I have been so blind?
Oh lord, I sent my beautiful girl to the wet, cold sea.
Forgive me Meliabeth, I want to paint the city walls
With the colour of your eyes, tell the whole world
My girl, she was the sweetest of them all
Oh, could someone please ease my heart?
God, where have you gone?
Why can you not hear me?
Are you there?!
I am screaming at the top of my lungs
A prayer to wash her name from their lips
Cleanse this dark, thick air, that suffocates me
Oh Lord you are the worst of them all, if you were there
Why would you take her away from my arms?
God, Where are You Hiding
The whiskey burns my insides
Yet I can not find you in the bottom of the bottle
Oh God, where are you hiding?
How many more women do I have to invite to my chamber
To forget the gaping hole in my chest called nothingness?
And I blame you for letting this happen to me,
So let them whisper behind my back, let them see my pain
Their teeth gnawing into my skin, leaving my wounds wide open
For all to see that I have been cursed, I have paid my debts
For mingling with the fallen women behind the Rorian tavern.
With my hands upon their silky soft thighs making it to the gates of heaven
No trace of an ailment
Only a bite of a mosquito, a drunken laughter
Hands digging into my skin,
I thought they must have been cold.
And so I have been cured
Praise the medicine, praise the scientific
But my heart remains a dead lump in my throat
I need some more numbing from this life I detest
But women, they steer clear of me
As if I was a big fat rat staring them in the face
With blackened eyes
Begging to spare a tiny speck of the sweetest bread, a sip of their wine
A forgiveness for my sins through their hips around my waist.
God Has Truly Forsaken Me
As I walk the streets with a metal nose hiding my scars
No liquid metal could help me, no cream, no salve
For my soul, it has rotten inside out,
Lord has fallen silent and cursed me with a barbaric disease
That eats away at my flesh.
Soon I will be, with my lovely Meliabeth,
Oh, can you hear me?
Listen to me, my child,
Papa is coming to hold you.
And maybe it is as they say: God has truly forsaken me
Left me to fend for myself, walk this earth without a heart
Like I washed my mouth from his name – the holy bastard
And maybe, I will go to hell, and maybe my soul is doomed
And maybe I will never see my beautiful girl again
– this, my only fear, upon the gruesome death that awaits me.
I hear a distant call of a girl in distress,
As if in delirium I can not feel the pain that has been gnawing at my bones
My insides have turned on me, my rotting flesh stuck to the sheets
And I can not see, the faces that pass me by
As if I am swinging somewhere in between my life and my death
And I do believe that this is my pay for sending an angel to her demise.
Yes my dear?
And the man in gray covered her eyes with the back of his hand
“What happened to the uncle?”
And led her out of my room.
Links To My Work
Poetry: Dragon of Alcanmore, Poetry of a Love So Cold.
Stories: Six-Sentence Stories, Short Stories, Romance and All That, Elves and Fantasy
Posts on music that I love are here.
I am on YouTube where I also have created lyric videos.
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