Holfgir's LamentA Poem by jcarlson33Verse in the Greek tragic style with my own spin on it - no set meter really. I appreciate any comments :)The lullaby of longing softening our minds From the mists come
whispers of agony and malice - In that herald’s hearth, great treachery committed - And reverberated throughout the marshes under veiled moon Upon that sacred aegis
he laid - Slain and torn asunder by spirits Fury and wrath that compels all of the Sanguine Hath torn asunder that great Hero of old In memorial few stand, and his remains stifled by thirst Bones restless in parched Earth. Gaia may hold him! In those wretched minds where remembrance holds vigilant - So did the voices in the air thicken and torment In solemnity and dulled faculties we rested in that great marsh Until weary lament gave way to justice’s call That rhythmic triumphant hymn of our march to that city of blood In idleness those
whispers reaped our battered souls - Until drowned under the sea of battle
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Added on May 31, 2017 Last Updated on May 31, 2017 Tags: Greek Tragedy, Poetry, Literary, Formal, Divine Author
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