forbidden pipes
stir rebel blood
on strains of pained
lament
as once proud statures
turn face down
for no solace
here is present
egos seek the shadows
of long forgot defeat
in dampened
anticipation
a mothers sob
singularly haunts
above a pregnant
silence
not a murmur
then befell
as forward stepped
her son
and snatching up
his fathers sword
to the four hills
bellowed then
the heathen kind
shall dearly pay
for bloods spill
upon our lands
over brook and fen
upon fell and moor
we avenge the gods
of Elspenor
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dusk arising (
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- Comment from author about the poem: previous of elspenore may 8 2019 of elapenore part 2 may 14th 2019 of elspenore part 3 june 17th 2019 elspenore is not a continuing saga but rather a fantasy mind set for me to compose in. I try to create some heroic other worldly oppressed struggle with a dark ages type feel. There is no story line.... er...yet.
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made me look for parts 1 to 3, what pages are they on in your published poems folder? (might be an idea to include info, so we can enjoy reading your work as a whole)
wonderfully rhythmic and immersive
Thank you sir.... here is a note i have just added to the piece:-
previous: of elspenore may 8 2019
of elapenore part 2 may 14th 2019
of elspenore part 3 june 17th 2019
elspenore is not a continuing saga but rather a fantasy mind set for me to compose in. I try to create some heroic other worldly oppressed struggle with a dark ages type feel. There is no story line.... er...yet.
while reading these poetic verses, one gets transported to times past, as if in virtual reality experiencing the events unfolding.
I so enjoyed this.
Reading your words and listening to the pipes took me way back in time to be in those times.
Andy
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