Poets & Poems (by D. L. Siluk)) Part XXVI) Of don Fernando and the Devil [1690 AD]
Poets & Poems
The Globetrotter Poet
(A Journal by: D.L. Siluk)) Part XXVI))
(Reviews, Commentaries, Short Stories and Poems)
[10-27-2006]
A Poetic-Story
Of don Fernando and the Devil
[1690 AD]
This is of don Fernando and Evangelina
This is how young lovers met,
Glories of a captured day?
In the golden grass they lay
Fernando and Evangelina;
For the kindness and their grace,
Two lovers, so fair of face,
Many sorrows did they bare,
Of the many pains they shared.
Sweet they were, the story starts
Here they met in the City of Kings
(There they won each others hearts),
A dashing nobleman, of rank
(Evangelina, a fine bride to be):
Don Fernando, the gambler
Evangelina, the beauty.
And so the Tale must be told:
How the swashbuckler, gambler, Don Fernando de Vergara gambled his wife away. Whom women besiege before he met his love, proposed to her, and married the youthful beauty, the Limena, Evangelina Zamora. They did at first find life to be marvelous, until a mortal issue appeared—but I am getting ahead of myself, let me tell you about her. Her hair was lightening black with little curls, richly, and many looked upon her; her body shapely, and she was well educated; in Don Fernando there was no evil intended at all, but as we will see he was overtaken by the moment, and Love, who was his great master, did not win.
Evangelina, was by far the richer of the two, and protected quit well by a guardian, and one would think by looking into his heart, love would prevail over his vice, but it is always self-interest and human nature, that does, does it not? In her breasts, the young soldier and nobleman won her love to life. In a half decade that followed that great day of marriage, Fernando had forgot his old disposition, he found happiness in his home, wife and children, faithful to the heartbeat, he was the captain of her soul, she a devotee of his.
But old habits are not always forgotten, some are simply misplaced, or pushed aside, and become alive when triggered. With a feverish old desire comes reality, gentle and courteous it may start up, even debonair; but as always ends up unconformable. He squandered his wife’s fortune away in gambling.
Friends and companions are always close by when they see a gain, and it was no different for don Fernando, and call it bad, mad, but his luck was not good. In the process of gambling, he wined and dined his friends, especially the marquis, the one whom could talk his language. Call it what you will, but there is little difference between a drunk, a gambler, or a madman, historically speaking, the figures are relatively close to one another. And of course, like so many wives, Evangelina tried relentlessly to understand his compulsiveness, but who can, it doesn’t make any sense, not even did it make sense to Fernando, his so called shortcoming he asked himself, “Why” and even though God gave him grace to figure it out, he did not honor the wisdom.
With good humor, it is fair to say,
Don Fernando, approached his wife
Awake her, ask for her diamond ring
An act he played quite well:
Denying it was for gambling
But, curiosity of some friends,
The truth of the matter, he lost
A large some of money to rival gamblers
Unstoppable bad luck. I’d say
The precious jewel now gleamed
On the fingers of the friendly marquis:
Shame and remorse for Don Fernando.
Don Fernando killed the marquis:
As he fell to his knees on Evangeline’s bed
(For he too loved her before they wed);
To save her husband from a sentence of death
Evangelina had to shame herself,
(Lest her children be without,
A loving father nor any friends);
So, she claimed she was unfaithful.
Upon her deathbed she told this secret:
“I have lost my honor…so my husband
And children could keep theirs.”
10/27/2006 #1538
The Globetrotter Poet
(A Journal by: D.L. Siluk)) Part XXVI))
(Reviews, Commentaries, Short Stories and Poems)
[10-27-2006]
A Poetic-Story
Of don Fernando and the Devil
[1690 AD]
This is of don Fernando and Evangelina
This is how young lovers met,
Glories of a captured day?
In the golden grass they lay
Fernando and Evangelina;
For the kindness and their grace,
Two lovers, so fair of face,
Many sorrows did they bare,
Of the many pains they shared.
Sweet they were, the story starts
Here they met in the City of Kings
(There they won each others hearts),
A dashing nobleman, of rank
(Evangelina, a fine bride to be):
Don Fernando, the gambler
Evangelina, the beauty.
And so the Tale must be told:
How the swashbuckler, gambler, Don Fernando de Vergara gambled his wife away. Whom women besiege before he met his love, proposed to her, and married the youthful beauty, the Limena, Evangelina Zamora. They did at first find life to be marvelous, until a mortal issue appeared—but I am getting ahead of myself, let me tell you about her. Her hair was lightening black with little curls, richly, and many looked upon her; her body shapely, and she was well educated; in Don Fernando there was no evil intended at all, but as we will see he was overtaken by the moment, and Love, who was his great master, did not win.
Evangelina, was by far the richer of the two, and protected quit well by a guardian, and one would think by looking into his heart, love would prevail over his vice, but it is always self-interest and human nature, that does, does it not? In her breasts, the young soldier and nobleman won her love to life. In a half decade that followed that great day of marriage, Fernando had forgot his old disposition, he found happiness in his home, wife and children, faithful to the heartbeat, he was the captain of her soul, she a devotee of his.
But old habits are not always forgotten, some are simply misplaced, or pushed aside, and become alive when triggered. With a feverish old desire comes reality, gentle and courteous it may start up, even debonair; but as always ends up unconformable. He squandered his wife’s fortune away in gambling.
Friends and companions are always close by when they see a gain, and it was no different for don Fernando, and call it bad, mad, but his luck was not good. In the process of gambling, he wined and dined his friends, especially the marquis, the one whom could talk his language. Call it what you will, but there is little difference between a drunk, a gambler, or a madman, historically speaking, the figures are relatively close to one another. And of course, like so many wives, Evangelina tried relentlessly to understand his compulsiveness, but who can, it doesn’t make any sense, not even did it make sense to Fernando, his so called shortcoming he asked himself, “Why” and even though God gave him grace to figure it out, he did not honor the wisdom.
With good humor, it is fair to say,
Don Fernando, approached his wife
Awake her, ask for her diamond ring
An act he played quite well:
Denying it was for gambling
But, curiosity of some friends,
The truth of the matter, he lost
A large some of money to rival gamblers
Unstoppable bad luck. I’d say
The precious jewel now gleamed
On the fingers of the friendly marquis:
Shame and remorse for Don Fernando.
Don Fernando killed the marquis:
As he fell to his knees on Evangeline’s bed
(For he too loved her before they wed);
To save her husband from a sentence of death
Evangelina had to shame herself,
(Lest her children be without,
A loving father nor any friends);
So, she claimed she was unfaithful.
Upon her deathbed she told this secret:
“I have lost my honor…so my husband
And children could keep theirs.”
10/27/2006 #1538
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