"Not In Blood, But In Bond"

I chose a very random writing prompt to do tonight from a random location on the internet, trying to get a crazy idea...or a challenging one. Therefore, the task is to write a poem that contains these lines in no particular order: "I tie the ribbon in a foolish way," "the delicious fragility of this travesty," and "where we still laugh and wish." Now, my first instinct is to write about someone who is visiting a common place where he/she and his/her friend use to sit and talk, but that friend died and now he/she is reminiscing. However, I think this is to easy, and I am determined - that's right, determined - to write something that takes a little bit to think of. Please harbor no expectations of incredible creativity, but I feel that small degree of creativity is still worth a mini-applause. Okay...here goes!

"Not In Blood, But In Bond"

I slump against the village walls 

Observing the chaos I have caused

I relish in the collective, pallid face

Of those whose existence I have disgraced

I, one among many, ordained for service

Travel with my comrades where we still laugh and wish

Taking from maidens their ribbons and strings

I vow to return them to my king

Yet a victim of mine remains prominent

For she was noble, and therefore prudent

Her silence was born from good manners and pride

And the unwillingness to easily subside

Alas, her strength could not match mine

And from her dress did I twine

A ribbon around my loving hand

An act of sentiment the maiden banned

I tie the ribbon in a foolish way

Pleading inside, but unwilling to say

How love seems necessary, even pertinent

To the unrequited message that I have desperately sent

The delicious fragility of this travesty

Only increases my incredibility

For I have taken from her a token of love

Though such pretensions must not be thought of

I meet, through this ribbon, my pending fate

Though I have had the chance to satiate

My lasting hunger, my need of her

And so my tragic end must occur

I have loved, loved I did

Though my heart appears placid

The facade is shattered, a knight I am not

As all expectations of humility are forgot.

So that's a rough poem, but at least I did it! Thanks for reading, and remember to keep writing!!!