tcs_tonsils_ 2829 Share Posted September 14, 2022 Selection of Poetry - Vol. 18 6th of Wzuvar ag Byvca, 443 E.S. See the Warmth Yonder stood the lilacs clear With blessed purple pedal. Field of ripe awaited pollen, Yearning to be spread. Sun over yon meadow breaks, With orange illumination. The cock crows at first light, Telling all to come awake. What beauty doth this world behold, There are stories yet to be told. If you simply go and look around, There are many joys to be found. Utop a Tower Wan fair maiden perches atop the tower, Eyes dulled as she rested there. For no truth did this woman behold, The world was mute and stagnate. What poor lost soul did she command, Her form was stale and depleted. For she had lost all hope of escape, Trapped away inside a high tower. Never to feel the grass on her toes, She wept and wept and wept. “Oh dear Lord, release me so” The voice echoed off cold stone. So she sat, in horrid repair, Her muscles ached with longing, To go out there, to smell fresh air, Anything to set her free. A voice then called out, “Oh you, up in the tower.” The voice of one not sick, The voice of one to help. How that person set her free, Unshackling her chains so that She may make her escape. Out of the tower, out into the world. Her toes finally touched the dirt, The moistness, coolness of the ground. Each blade of grass tickled her foot, As they fell in between her toes. So she was set free, The one who was trapped in the tower. Wan fair maiden finding health Within the fields of flowers. And finally the truth was revealed, As she spun through the meadow. The one that was one a bland speck, Did burst forth with color and life. Foundation of the Son Awake, Awake, feel the earth shake. The roar of a thousand footsteps, Marching to the rhythm. Rise, Rise, lift up your eyes. The growing of a young man, Training for the Throne. Ward, Ward, raise up your sword. To serve your future king, Swearing to the oath. A once fractured glimpse, Our own Grand Prince, We find ourselves made whole. Signed, Borris Iver Kortrevich, KML 4 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
garentoft 8354 Share Posted September 14, 2022 28 minutes ago, tcs_tonsils_ said: Foundation of the Son Awake, Awake, feel the earth shake. The roar of a thousand footsteps, Marching to the rhythm. Rise, Rise, lift up your eyes. The growing of a young man, Training for the Throne. Ward, Ward, raise up your sword. To serve your future king, Swearing to the oath. A once fractured glimpse, Our own Grand Prince, We find ourselves made whole. Georg blushes. 2 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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