Tongues of AncientsA Poem by Sputter OutlawTongues 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 AuthorSputter OutlawNorthampton, United KingdomAboutI like how I can expand this box to write as much as I'd like about myself. But there is that much to say. more..Writing
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