Sound of Silence - Lady Hawke - with Darren White
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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'
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.
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
Copyright © Maria Williams | Year Posted 2017