Just something I came up with, I don't know where I got the idea for this. |
In the year of 414 A.D. Growing up as a lonely Roman farmer Parents ravaged by a Germanic barbarian tribe Known as the saxons they were Living on the northern outskirts of the empire Just outside the city of Bordeaux In the foggy remains of my father's farm I sit in the candlelight and write this tale A poetic story of a woman I found by happenstance Travelling to a peaceful saxon tribe Just across the Rhine A tribe that has actually found 'civilization' This is where I make trades if not in Bordeaux It is true that I loathe the saxons I would resort to killing if I wasn't so civilized Yet, I resort to a more peaceful form of revenge For I am a lover, not a fighter So I make trades more profitable to me It just so happens that one visit to this tribe I met a beautiful, young, blonde saxon woman Known as Aemelia she was It wasn't her beauty that struck me most But in the innocent way she carried herself Roman women are so promiscuous and devilish They don't seem to understand any other maturity Yet in her way of innocent existence There seems to be a strong will for life and love Which is very appealling to a man such as myself She seemed to understand some latin Which I refuse to learn their language The traders I deal with understand and speak latin Where they oft trade in Bordeaux And therefore forced to learn our language I plan now to make my trips there more numerous As I find this woman very intriguing I find it hard to cover my loathing for her kin And I believe she can sense this in my attitude I try not to make it so evident But it is them, these barbarians, whom took my kin Took their beautiful lives out of existence But I believe, with more visits with Aemelia That this fire in my heart can be put out Before it turns my heart into ashes And cremates my soul forever I could never imagine a woman of such upbringing Could have such a peaceful behavior It might be from their conversion to Christianity Yet her way of life couldn't be from just religion With such a love of herself and her surroundings And with such an unselfish attitude toward others I feel a tension of feeling growing between us This is evident in the smile she gives me Which was absent in our first few meetings With each visit I try to teach her more latin Where some day I will explain my feelings And she will be able to completely understand Yet she seems to be naive about certain things Especially the sexual aspect of life Maybe someday I will teach her these things Yet in the meantime she teases me Innocent in her ways still She does not understand the libido of men Even still, I grow more fond of her each day Her essence consumes my mind now Even to the point of forgetfulness Just thinking of her can make me lose my mind She's now more comfortable with me touching her I think next time we meet I will steal a kiss I constantly think of her now I can feel the fire in my heart being extinguished She explains to me she's never been to Bordeaux So I invite her on a trip there Yet when I go to pick her up She's invited a friend to come along She explains, since her parents don't know me yet That they require her to come along This vexes me very much so Yet I'd rather not upset her Perhaps it's a defensive move Or perhaps she is telling me the truth For she is not a very good liar Honesty is a quality I so much admire I've lost some of my honesty Mostly in cheating in the trades with the saxons I take her and her friend to the theatre Where a poet is reciting a story from Homer This is where I ask her to come live with me That I could offer a life of love and happiness With a beautiful house and a farm to live off of Where we can have children and watch them grow With a moment of hesitation And biting my lips as to not say too much With an expression of delight from her friend Which I now knew the answer to the question It was now up to her to concur with her feelings As she nodded her head and smiled I kissed her long and hard As her and I left the theatre Her friend waved a final goodbye And we traipsed along to my house Where we will finish our lives together In happiness and in love, forever. |