Leather & Lace (Part 3) 'The Trunk' Poem by Poison 9901

Leather & Lace (Part 3) 'The Trunk'


While going through the attic of my grandfather’s home
I came across, in the corner, an old dust covered trunk
Made of wood, Leather bound,
three brass clasps, held its lid firmly down

A treasure chest I thought, as I lifted its lid
Inside its contents, packed safely away, forever hid
A bundle of letters, lay in the bottom, carefully placed
Securely bound, with a single piece of lace

Envelopes amassed, yellowed and withered, a touch of perfume
Maybe a tale of love enclosed in their bloom
Written in beautiful ink, the only words placed
My sweet William, penned by Grace

As I slowly released their bindings of lace
The first that I read, penned by the hand of a young woman, named Grace
Told of a love she had found, and of her thoughts, for him, her new beau
Sweet perfume, laced the parchment, placed there long ago

Dear William, I know this is quite unexpected, this time we live in
We come from two different worlds, where to begin
But somehow you have stolen my heart
I fear though, they may always want us apart

My instincts tell me to run, but my heart tells me to stay
These feelings I don’t understand, yet from you my dearest William, I cannot run away
My heart you have stolen, my breath you take away, every time I see your face
And so with all my heart, this token of my love, I give to you, this simple piece of lace

Lace, it's true, has a way of catching you within its trance
Because my love for her grew within at a glance
A young man torn between duty and Grace, honor and glory
Toughened treasure I hold within
Which softens with each breath you tease of our story
My hands rough from a life lacking true love
All I held dear taken by lawlessness ~ now in heaven above

This fear I have, is that I may lose you too, cause you pain you do not deserve
The life I lead contains pain and loss, curves
Of which you may not understand, a force to be reckoned with,
A fight I may not win, I'm not sure about dragging you in

I do not fear your past, my heart knows only the now, and you, its desire
I will take my chances my love, to stand beside you, be it in Heaven's embrace, or Hell's raging fire
Lay down your guns my dear, release your rage, take my love forever more
I could not bear to lose you my love, and for us, there is so much more in store

Lawless ones call, I must go, please don't follow
For if anything ever happened to you my heart would be hollow
This, you and I, never meant to be from the beginning
For us I believe there is no winning
As the battle between good and evil will always rage on
Just as my love for you, my pistols now drawn

This letter was accompanied by an old news clipping
Of how a young man died in the streets,
While at his feet, his love's life was also slipping
It told of the gunfight
Accompanied by this Obituary

Here lies Gracie and William
Two loves that died Together
Each one like a Story Book
One, bound with Lace
The other, bound in Leather

Amazed by what I had found, I took the old trunk from the attic
In doing this, I found a picture of Gracie and William
Meeting by the tides of the sea
Another letter meant for thee…

Once again, William, was joined by his darling Grace
As they turned, and slowly walked away
Returning, to their final resting place
Another saga added, to the story of
Leather & Lace

~~~Poison~~~