Silver – stanza 20.2

Silver died, as expected, in accordance with
Plans, victim of an infection, brain fever
With a host selected, a young woman, of course
Taken in as a servant but never so treated
More like a daughter, pampered and trained
Taken under win, taught to strengthen her will
Introduced deftly to a handsome young man
Alongside her in service to Malinov and Silver
Working quietly together, exchanging glances
Until love blossomed between them, sincerely
Gently, unforced by circumstance or hunger
Simply forming an orbit of naïve affection
And they dreamed of starting a life together
So when Silver died, she willed herself into
The maid servant, heir to all Silver owned
And began the slow process of possession
Malinov carried on, attending to business
As the young lovers carried on sweetly
Signing over properties, burying gold
Leaving notes of instruction as he planned
His own death, considered the risky
Activities he might use to facilitate
Tending the sick, attending to wild animals
Climbing mountains, swimming deep rivers
Walking tight ropes, daring his death
But before he’d set out down that path
Silver, only barely cognizant within
Ran away with the young man, disappeared
Without a trace, leaving Malinov alone

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