170×170 day 73 12.7.15

73 12.7.15 ballads

Wicked hearts evolve
Much quicker than innocent ones
That is why they thrive
Feeding on innocence of naïve ones.

An evil old man lived in a slum,
Passed his days hating everyone
Worked as a caretaker
In a rich man’s summer mansion.

The family lived in a faraway town
Came down to spend summers there
The rest of the time
The caretaker ruled there.

He conned innocent men and women
Pretending to be the owner
He garbed himself in master’s clothes
That he left there.

But as it happens sometimes
His story reached his master’s ears
And he came back in stealth
But felt pity seeing the old man’s tears.

The spiteful old man vowed vengeance
Even though the fault was his own
He wiped the mansion of every thing
Disappeared after setting fire to the mansion.

Rules of Ballad: I will request you to explore the rules of ballad yourself. I read quite a handful of them and thought that it’s quite a liberal style of poem with varying size of stanzas and other things. Go ahead and explore them. I have zeroed on two things- telling a story, using four line stanzas with rhyming 2nd+4th line.



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