HistoryA Poem by CygnusX-IMy poetic take on History.
Tell me a spell of time,
Of war and sellsword For the gallant and royal to refine. Of the foreign barbarous horde, Who went ever-chasing for wine. Of the sacking of town and murder of lord, So child will not know peace nor rhyme. Of halls of knowledge galore, Only to be still, catching dust and grime. Why must we bring woe to our foe? Don't walk in evil, certainly you reap what you sow. © 2013 CygnusX-IAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorCygnusX-IWoodbury, MNAboutI love arts of all types particularly writing, poetry, music, martial arts, anything that is enjoyable and beautiful. I also am very opinionated in my philosophy and issues of the modern age. I also r.. more..Writing
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