This will be submitted to Goodread’s next poetry contest but until then, it’s here for your enjoyment.
By Byron Gordon
Overcoming mountains, crossing desert seas
Deserting pleasant fountains, I’ll come for thee.
Through the storms of winter, through the rains of spring
Through the flooding of rivers, I’ll come for thee.
Through burnt acres of fire, brave the icy plains,
Facing down the dangers dire, I’ll come for thee.
To the hellish tower, climb the golden rope
To your prison’s bower, I’ll come for thee.
Past the guards we’ll slip, to a land of our own
Safely on our sailing ship, you’ll come with me.
Should we ever part again, my dear, hold this truth to heart
Though your trapped in darkling fen, they’ll never keep us apart.