gathered came
the noble sworn
bereft of sword
nor treaty
as silent hung
the steely night
to witness
this, no duty
here raised a cup
each sombre face
blood brothers
of the flames
bound as one
assembled here
in mournful
chant to raise
drawn for
brothers fallen
parade the
midnight shore
beneath the stars
to sing of praise
for the gods
of elspenore
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I don't know them guys - the gods of Elspenore. Could I take the No.7 bus and visit them? Would they take me to where they live?! (heehee).
Look between the pages of your favourite book and you will find elspenore. The journey will take a little more effort than buying a bus ticket and you certainly won't get there led by the blind.
You said that twice. I said 'You said that.....' For emphasis?!
This is a super write even though I'm not familiar with elspenore - does it exist?
According to orchidee its on the 39 bus route from Hastings. He's been keeping an eye out for it.
In truth, Elspenore is a wonderful place located about 60mm behind my right eyebrow. More scraps will follow.
Ah so that's where it is - does Elspenore ever have brain storms?
No brainstorms but often very thick fog.
Love the poem - very mystical and I am assuming elspenore is mythical too? A play on elsinore?
Nope a play on an ex of mine Elspeth who was a goddess in her own right. She could kill dragons at 40 paces and take down 18stone men with a glance.
More of this mythical place and the strange deeds of those times will find their way onto the parchment which lurks behind your eyes and seeks enthrallment.
ooppss i got carried away
Then we'll toast Elspenore!
Enjoying.....
Careful... it's nonesense
Nope, I don't know these fellas, these gods. I can't say I've met them me self! Maybe I'm on the wrong bus?!
Mystical phrasing attracts all the more the singing of praises to the great Elspenore - love the way your mind weaves archaic myths D.A.
"archaic myths" you call them.... my ex called them lies. I'm honoured to receive you comments today. Where this saga will go i have no idea.... yet.
In life there are mysteries that intrigue us and elspenore sits there awaiting us to come into its world.
Orchidee is selling bus tickets and i think organising short breaks via Hastings. They say the landlady at his chosen guest house is one of the escaped dragons.
I thought all the dragons had been slaughtered by 23rd April.
Sssssshhh theres a kernel of a plot idea
Hello Dusk Arising,
Thanks.
A superb poem and very mystical.
Keep writing Fine B.
Thank you FineB.... who knows what next to see from Elspenore> Did you see part one?
part one was good.. part two is even better... a great feel to these words .... Neville
I'm looking forward to being able to write part three, though i don't know where i get this stuff from.
Thanks again Neville.
My pleasure, I often feel the same way..
Elspenore rises again with gods in the offing to please and placate - another great part to your wonderful saga D.A.
Oh Elspenore of the gods, what more can i draw forth from you - frankly gawd knows but i'll have a go!
Thanks as always Fay.
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