One evening, with lust in his eyes,
Monestario called on Senor De le Vaga,
And demanded his daughter’s hand in marriage.
Here Senor De le Vaga had a problem,
If he said no, it would mean persecution;
If he said yes, his daughter would be miserable.
Before he could answer,
Monestario and his aide pushed by.
In the parlor, they encountered Senora De le Vaga.
The Alcalde demanded to see the senorita,
“In the living room,” answered the frightened Senora.
Monestario left his aide-de-camp to guard the door,
And entered the parlor with fire in his eyes.
There he found the senorita,
She sat on a couch.
A book lay open on her lap unread,
A dreamy look on her face.
He cleared his throat and broke into her reverie.
“I ask you for your hand in marriage,” said the mayor.
“What of my father?” demanded the girl.
“He has no say.”
“What?” cried the girl, rising.
“You will marry me.”
“No!”
Monestario grabbed the girl in a tight embrace,
And held her in a passionate kiss.
The sound of a sword being drawn broke the stillness.
Monestario spun.
El Zorro stood before him with Monestario’s own sword.
“You will apologize,” ordered the masked crusader.
“Never!”
A flash of silver and ripped tunic was the response.
“Do it or die.”
Monestario fell to his feet and groveled.
El Zorro threw the alcalde’s sword away,
Grasping man’s collar and belt,
He hurled him out into the parlor.
Drawing his pistol,
He order Monestario and his aide to depart,
Warning them never to return.
With a bow to the De le Vaga family,
El Zorro disappeared in the night.
El Zorro had found a gathering,
He gathered the caballero around himself,
He formed and army of honest men,
All wearing black.
But only he wore a white band on his hat,
To signal the purity of their cause.
All caballeros were inspired to overthrown,
Those corrupt men who had forced their way into office.
The day came when they were ousted.
El Zorro rode at their head.
They begged him to remove the mask,
So that they many know who led them.
Seeing no reason to refuse,
Or any need to further wear the mask,
El Zorro obeyed the people.
The mask fall away,
Revealing Diego de la Gras.
Everyone cried in surprise and joy.
Diego de la Gras took Rebecca’s hand in marriage,
The people have him alcalde and a legend.
2 comments:
Sorry it has taken months for you to get a comment. I read both parts of this poem. I thought it was interesting but it doesn’t seem to work as a poem. It’s alright to have a poem that doesn’t have a rhyme scheme as long as it has some sort of rhythm to carry it along and imagery. This was lacking in both. If you were interested in working on it more I’d suggest either adding some rhythm and more imagery or converting it into a short story.
Yeah, I could definately see it as a short story. I liked the twist at the end although it left me a little confused as to the motives of this villain/hero and how it was that he came to change from one to the other. I think it's an interesting idea and could be flushed out with additional details in the short story form.
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