Tongues of Ancients

Tongues of Ancients

A Poem by Sputter Outlaw


Tongues of Ancients, still and strong,
   As glints the blade this wintry morn.
Veiled but clear wilt be ere long
   'Pon gails of time the voice is borne.

A whisper, nay more, midst darkness fell
   "Trust in Me" - Beaut bane of Hell.
Here nowt but lofty tongue canst tell
   My soul, I say, doth bear it well,

And ever on 'twill dearly yearn
   For life the mind can scarce discern.
As sure as stone sinks in it's turn
   All past faults I'll gladly spurn.




© 2013 Sputter Outlaw


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Added on December 25, 2013
Last Updated on December 25, 2013
Tags: poetry, Christmas, traditional style

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Sputter Outlaw
Sputter Outlaw

Northampton, United Kingdom



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