Parmenion Posted September 6, 2003 Report Share Posted September 6, 2003 Realms forgotten and suns of past, Night and Wisps approach us fast, The wind, it whispers, Fresh and close, A gentle stream, Through forest's copse. Twilight moods as dusk sets in, The calm before the dance again, Memories of the day will fade, With joy and feasting in the glade, The battles fought, Our bloodied hands, The treasures sought, The blasted lands. We weep not for heroes lost, Their wasted lives - a simple cost, Distracted now as fiddlers start, Warm fires lit in forest's heart, Glow on faces from the heat, Frothing ale, mead and meat. We hang back and watch and nod, On thrones we sit and act as God, For all these humans are our toys, All are fooled by masterful guise, The festival - it continues on, We still mingle in the throng. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
DL_Snake Posted September 7, 2003 Report Share Posted September 7, 2003 one word : IMPRESSIVE Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Peredhil Posted September 7, 2003 Report Share Posted September 7, 2003 Here in America the painful surprise of September 11th's three plane anniversary is at hand. In the last two years, I've seen it move from a fever to a fad to a "is that still around?" Over in Ireland, you've been torn with patriotism, blood, and casualties that make the World Trade Towers seem small in their shadows. All this to say, I find your poem to have the same international character as humanity, and it moves my thoughts. Thank you for writing. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mira Posted September 7, 2003 Report Share Posted September 7, 2003 I love it. It justs reads so smothly. Keep up the good work. (and what Peredhil said) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Sorciere Posted September 7, 2003 Report Share Posted September 7, 2003 Paints clear images and great flow, well done! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Vlad Posted September 7, 2003 Report Share Posted September 7, 2003 A gentle stream, Through forest's corpse. This is good, I really get a feeling of something special, albeit slightly creepy. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Alaeha Posted September 7, 2003 Report Share Posted September 7, 2003 Very, very nice... It flowed well, and you made good use of the rhyming. It wasn't quite what I'd expected from the title either... It left me a bit puzzled for a moment. I like this. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
WrenWind Posted September 7, 2003 Report Share Posted September 7, 2003 Gives me the sence of a true bard setting the mood for a longer story. Well done Parm !! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Parmenion Posted September 7, 2003 Author Report Share Posted September 7, 2003 Lol - oops sorry Vlad. That was a spelling error. Should have been "copse" - a grove in the forest which sets the scene for where the revelry takes place. I can see corpse actually working quite well there too, but you can pick which ever fits bets for ya! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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