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The Gypsy

Bella Royce

By Bele Royce Published 3 years ago 2 min read
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Gather 'round and I'll tell you a tale

'bout a young slave girl slender and frail .

When traders came to her village,

driving broad wagons across the town bridge ,

"Bring out your wares!" cried a man on his horse,

"We buy and we trade without recourse!"

Her father sold her for a bag of silver ,

not a word from her mother was spoke to save her .

The slave girl stood outside her cottage,

standing defiant and full of courage!

Without a tear or a backward glance ,

she embarked the wagon threw her life to chance .

With ankles shackled and chains on her wrists ,

our poor little slave girl could not resist -

but far away she goes in her mind,

dancing with fairies and drinking fine wine .

Her hair was silk with a black velvet sheen ,

her eyes burned brightly with a feverish gleam!

She danced and whorled, her skirts all a twirl ,

her skin aglow and shown like a pearl .

And into the night she cast her dark spell ,

this gypsy queen stood, both slender and pale !

With lily white hands and the voice of a dream,

she'd sing to the moon for the price of a beam.

When she awoke she found both her hands bound ,

and more oft' than not blood seeped to the ground .

Her body broken, her will yet unbowed ,

to the man on the horse, breath liquored and foul .

So he shook her and beat her with all of his rage ,

demanding she cower, show she was afraid!

This gypsy queen without making a sound ,

sealed her own fate by not giving ground .

When traders came to her village ,

driving broad wagons across the town bridge -

this time when the man on his horse

called to the people he found with remorse -

the chains and shackles were placed upon him ,

for the death of the slave girl pale and slim !

At night in his prison, he hears in his dreams

the soft haunting of the dark gypsy queen :

Her hair was silk with a black velvet sheen,

her eyes burned brightly with a feverish gleam !

She danced and she whorled with her skirts all a twirl,

her skin aglow and shown like a pearl .

And night after night she'd cast her dark spell ,

reminding the trader of how she was felled !

He's haunted forever by the voice in his dream -

the price he will pay to the dark gypsy queen .

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