My New Poem

Yes, I, Dominic have written a brand new poem. And guess what...It's actually serious! Here it is:

The Darker, The Drearier, The More Precious Was She

On a dark road clinging to his side
From the vigorous elements she tries to
hide.
Family gone now, all but her brother,
With not a sister, nor father,
not even a mother.

With not a coat to keep her warm
In the dark
of night hope dost not swarm
For her and her brother all is but lost
And
yet another tormenter comes: the frost.

The darker, the drearier,
the more precious is she,
As she looks and says from she to he,
“The Cold,
the dark, the frost dost bite.”
And he replied, “Sister, Lord is with us, do
not fright.”

And so the days grew on with these two alone
With
not a meal, not a love, not but a grave moan.
Yet when He met yet another one
who grew he to love,
His young sister, now seventeen was left
aloof.

A young lady left all alone,
Flees from the freeze, but
hast no home
Where she might hide from the devilish cold,
But no, not for
her, young lady so bold.

She wanders again from her brother’s new
home.
Though, the cries that she should stay in her mind echo.
Yet, she is
looking for something, love in the distance,
She knows it is there, somewhere
beyond his assistance.

He loved her forever, but could not
persuade
This young lady from out of the cold to stay.
She must find what
she is looking for,
And, though she like to stay, must pass through his
door.

For three more years she wandered outcast,
Until she met
him who loved her so dear.
But this new man was not someone from down
here,
For he was the Lord who created this dear.

She found Him
in the streets of her old home town
Where a kind young man then gave her a
fresh gown.
She also grew to love him, and she returned to her
brother,
Where both wife and husband were brother and
kin.

AND ALL LIVED TOGETHER, HAPPY ‘TIL THE END.

What do you think? I'm thinking about making a few changes to it, but I'm pretty happy with how it turned out. I got the idea in the car on a hunting trip last week; the line "The darker, the drearier, the more precious was she" just came into my mind and I knew I had to write a poem about it, so that's how this came about.

Yours Poetically Cheesey,

Dominic

P.S. BTW, Blogger messed up the formatting a little...Just FYI.