Silver – stanza 20

Silver and Courlain took off one night, disappeared
Without a word, Silver barely batted an eye
For Malinov was merely a kindly old man
Who had recently lost his wife, and while
She would have preferred to tell him goodbye
Eloping with the young man she loved stole
Every thought of simple courtesy away, beside
She could send him a letter, tell him goodbye
And thank him for all his help, she was
Going to America and he would never know
As Courlain offered to post her goodbyes
And threw the letter promptly away
So Malinov found himself completely alone
He searched for Silver everywhere, not realizing
That Courlain existed and had covered every
Track of his consensual kidnapping of her
The woman he had loved for four hundred years
Decades spent, nearly a lifetime, looking
And listening for any clue to her whereabouts
Then he met Tasha and things made sense again
Tasha came from nowhere, Razor makes no
Claim to knowing origins, but most of them
The immortals have forgotten where and when
Their lives began; There is a sense that Silver
Is the first or ancient or older than
The rest, largely I gather, because she
Is the only immortal known who can
Create a new immortal as she did
With Malinov, Tasha too was very old

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Lord Malinov, literary author, bon vivant, rogue romantic poet
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