Millennial

It's been a number of years since I tried my hand at poetry, and I must admit I read The Rime of the Ancient Mariner by Samuel T. Coleridge before penning this. That is my favorite epic poem and put me in the mindset to rhyme. My favorite line from the poem is:

"They groaned, they stirred, they all uprose,
Nor spake, nor moved their eyes;
It had been strange, even in a dream,
To have seen those dead men rise."

Of course, the first time I read those lines was as the flavor text on a Magic: the Gathering playing card. Skeleton Warrior, I believe. Anyway, here is my attempt at poetry.

Millennial

One thousand years I passed my day,
One thousand years I wandered,
One thousand ways I learned to say
One thousand years I squandered.

Until the day I meet a lass
Until the day I find her
One thousand years alone I pass
Until the day I find her.

One thousand stories have been told
I heard them all by heart
Of Love lost and found and bought and sold
But never did it part.

That tale I heard again and more
From high and low and every voice
Until my mind a burden bore
A thousand ways to make a choice.

One thousand years I've lived alone
One thousand years I've watched.
One thousand ways I must atone.

One thousand years is long enough.