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 Posted: Thu Jul 28, 2016 2:34 pm
Reserved.
By the gods, am I terrible at poetry.
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Posted: Thu Jul 28, 2016 2:44 pm
BALLAD FORM
The world they saw was cold and bare
And gloom stretched far the land
For starlight could not split the dark
Or touch the barren sand
With sword and shield to cleave the crowd
Among the battle-din
So fathers fought and left their lives
Unto their next of kin
When [ blue dusk ] woke the silent sons
To slow await the morn
And threnodies all through the night
Brought grief and tears forlorn
* sunset
When daylight show'd the morning star
A hope that glimmer'd high
Awash was all the firmament
[ With blood afire ] the sky
* blood mirror'd in
When all could sight the battlefield
With corpse and crossbow lain
And heaven joined the mourners' tears
To fall upon the plain
So soft amid the petrichor
And dew upon the blade
The dead among the living stood
When oath and bond was made:
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When mornings dawned to fresh eyes young
The frontiers of the world
On agéd ship through rolling tide
Was first the sail unfurl'd:
He longed for sights and oceans vast
Beyond his quiet shore
Horizon's end and further, still
Into the depths of yore
Threescore into his number'd days
The vessel cruelly toss'd
Upon a great and roiling wave
When they the ocean cross'd [this verse is terrible]
same name
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Posted: Thu Jul 28, 2016 3:38 pm
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