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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Synopsis The lovely Lady Isabeau and her lover, medieval French Knight Etienne escape to flee the lustful advances of wicked Bishop of Aquila causing them to run afoul of him. The evil-bishop places them under a curse preventing the lovers being together in their mortal form except in the fleeting moments of twilight and again at dawn. At dusk, she transforms from hawk back to woman but alas he changes into a wolf. At first light of dawn she transmutes back to hawk as he reverts to his mortal knightly form. Through the daylight hours, she sadly rides untethered on his arm In - The Sound - Of Silence. Yesterday’s love with evocative thoughts She watches for change in horizons light Her coal black eyes and hawk like stare Peers anxiously for her loved ones sight Her clarion call as he comes in view In mortal form he does appear Her amplified thoughts for avian release To grasp what little time - for fear The darkness that will steal from them Time so precious they hold so dear 'So vague I know her yet so well The sight of her makes my heart sing I wish to hold her I wish to tell Her all the love that I will bring' A fleeting state of obscurity Is twilight time between Sun and Moon A cursory moment for Loves Embrace As darkening sky arrives too soon She must flee her lover’s jaws As mortal state is cast aside And primal instinct takes predatory form To darkened woods she runs to hide 'I growl, I run, I chase her, need To catch her, capture, not let go My teeth, my claws, I need to feed But who am I, what changed me so' In dawn’s first rays comes transformation Mortal to Hawk she must keep this alliance Then swoop to her loves outstretched arm To travel by day in the Sound of Silence And thus they live a Jealous one’s Curse Denied the love that was once so pure Bestowed by a man from Hells own gates In vain her love he tried to procure 'Je suis Etienne - I am Etienne Remember me here - in this cage Don’t hurt her or kill her, I’m a man A wolf I hurt, inside I rage' So Evil does what Evil wilt Her love for this bishop will never be He portrays a picture of what he’s not From his evil curse they must break free 'Etienne mon amour - I know thee well In my malaise, I fall, I cry Je t'aime for a moment more With broken heart - I change - I fly' Unwavering credence in good endures Shackled even in their depths of sorrow Questing release from their dastardly doom Yearning the twilight hour - tomorrow 'Isabeau mon amour, we will survive This evil curse will not prevail On wings of love we’ll soar so high Je t'aime we won they failed' Acknowledgement: To my good friend Darren White for collaborating with me on this melancholy story. My deepest appreciation to the master of languages for adding a romantic French touch. Footnote Critical on transformation to mortal, unprotected and naked she speeds away on Etienne’s horse to escape the slashing jaws of the wolf. A cowardly plot undoubtedly designed by the evil bishop to meet her end, in her avian form or as a mortal, at the predatory jaws of her star crossed lover. A solution to their quandary may manifest in the person of an escaped thief who serendipitously befriends Etienne - But that’s another story… Lady Isabeau’s voice can be envisaged in the plaintive, haunting strains of the lead Violin. The resonant tone of the Wolf, Etienne, can almost be heard in the rich sonorous timber of the bass Cello - brought to us by - THE MUSES rendition of - Sound of Silence Copyright © Maria Williams & Darren White | 19 June 2017
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