Jon Gutmacher Poet Narrative

The Castle and the Plague

The Castle and the Plague
copyright 2020 by jon gutmacher

There was a castle dark and tall
surrounded by a towering wall
and those without
did fear that place
but never once
came face to face

The trees grew tall thru summer rain
the woods grew thick
with vines not tame
and slowly, surely
castle tall
did disappear
the forest wall

Now decades passed
the people grew
the town once there
that once all knew
grew larger, larger
rich with goods
forgot they did
what’s in the woods

And then a sickness
came to pass
it struck them dead
it couldn’t last
but last it did
and many died
the families left
so many cried

And then a marvelous thing did come
through forest walls
their help did come
from castle deep
in protected wood
a potion made
this cure was good

And knights in white
not ever seen
did come to town
like in a dream
and gave the potion
one by one 
the sick were saved
the plague was done

And then the king
from castle tall
whose magic cured
both one and all
did bless the town
and those who lived
did promise them 
and this he did

“I promise you
“not once but twice
“my gates are open
“to make things right
“and in the future
“if death should come
“send runners here
“My will be done!”

And then, as magic
he disappeared
the plague was gone
but still they feared
so left a knight
with power great
and magic potions
this knight could make

Now town does flourish
the plague is not
the lessons learned
no, not forgot
and white knight keeps a place of peace
on a hill so near
within their reach

Now days go on
the sun does shine
the clouds come daily
all things are fine
and white knight who is now called Mage
does keep the potion
their lives all saved

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Robert Lindley November 24, 2020 at 4:10 AM I am back again to read this exceptional piece. We so desperately need those true white knights in this day and age of ever growing darkness my friend. My little poem fragment given in my first comment will be made into a finished poem. Thanks for the inspiration. God bless. Jon Gutmacher November 24, 2020 at 4:43 AM Thanks, Bob: glad it offered inspiration and light. I've mostly gone off poetrysoup - but wanted to acknowledge your kind remarks. Have Happy & Safe Holidays! jon

Robert Lindley May 31, 2020 at 8:37 PM * And the magic potion had golden rays of light. A base formed from mercy and seeds of pure love. Its glow spreading warmth, hearts renewed that could see. Its blessing, a stout shield against darkest of blights..... Thank you my friend , for your wonderfully inspiring poem. A fav-- a true gem it is.. Jon Gutmacher May 31, 2020 at 10:25 PM That little gem you just added wasn't too bad, either. You have a true gift. I'll have to take the time to read more of yours. But, thank you for taking the time to read a few. For you see not just what is written, but within the poem, as well - a rare gift.

Jon Gutmacher May 14, 2020 at 7:57 AM Ah, Jenish. Always there. Always reliable. Always a kind and welcome message. I'll have to do an allegory about that one day. I can already feel the inspiration for something like that. As usual, thank you deeply for your kind comments. jon

Jenish Somadas May 14, 2020 at 3:57 AM Wonderful flow of words..Exquisite style of story telling..Back with another beauty, so apt for the time we are in..We need a magic potion..Takecare always Jon..