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Once above my face the Sun did   weave a joyous spell And rested calmly upon the backs of   the great stone Giants Whose stance used bring early night   to bear on these tired eyes of mine. And the dutiful Moon too, did smile   down Reassuring me with her presence Patrolling the dark heavens till the   Dawn would order her away. Down the wild slopes rode my   children, brimming with life Their blood ensuring my Youth   forever, or so I thought. Watching over their shadowy green lanes, noble cedars and majestic pines Vigilant watchtowers upholding our   green faith: Caressed the Bloom's feet I did and   raced the drinker's pace Precious memories slowly eroded as   now in lonely exile I dwell. First warning I got, carnage floating   downstream Severed trunks of trees and their   stricken branches Finally laid to rest upon the worm   eaten lock gate - Saw a mass exodus taking place,   whole tribes on the move Telling of trouble coming and of a   world soon to disappear; Pagan storms they brewed ominously   overhead, their seed Did burn my skin and burnt through   the silver scales Crippling the little fishes who'd bury themselves prematurely in that cold   graveyard depth; Those blissful birds too, that used eat out of my hand, As my countenance grew steadily more gaunt and pale They too, did decide to leave, seek food elsewhere. And the ailing flower wishing the old days would return As my ears they began to pick up a new sound growing louder all the time Gnawing away like a worm in my brain, the razor-toothed saw Singing in the woods his eerie Death song Leaving in his wake a grisly trail of murder and mayhem. My own days numbered then; I saw the savage leaders come With their strange ideals and talk, of quotas profits and costs: Who beside me built a Fortress, a sinister smoking structure - O! those Dark forces it sent forth to finish me off Looting and burning, laying waste my beautiful Kingdom My exiled Spirit indeed, all there is now to tell of that terrible cost.
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Jul 26, 2018
Jul 26, 2018 at 6:52 PM UTC
The Lake's Lament
Once above my face the Sun did   weave a joyous spell And rested calmly upon the backs of   the great stone Giants Whose stance used bring early night   to bear on these tired eyes of mine. And the dutiful Moon too, did smile   down Reassuring me with her presence Patrolling the dark heavens till the   Dawn would order her away. Down the wild slopes rode my   children, brimming with life Their blood ensuring my Youth   forever, or so I thought. Watching over their shadowy green lanes, noble cedars and majestic pines Vigilant watchtowers upholding our   green faith: Caressed the Bloom's feet I did and   raced the drinker's pace Precious memories slowly eroded as   now in lonely exile I dwell. First warning I got, carnage floating   downstream Severed trunks of trees and their   stricken branches Finally laid to rest upon the worm   eaten lock gate - Saw a mass exodus taking place,   whole tribes on the move Telling of trouble coming and of a   world soon to disappear; Pagan storms they brewed ominously   overhead, their seed Did burn my skin and burnt through   the silver scales Crippling the little fishes who'd bury themselves prematurely in that cold   graveyard depth; Those blissful birds too, that used eat out of my hand, As my countenance grew steadily more gaunt and pale They too, did decide to leave, seek food elsewhere. And the ailing flower wishing the old days would return As my ears they began to pick up a new sound growing louder all the time Gnawing away like a worm in my brain, the razor-toothed saw Singing in the woods his eerie Death song Leaving in his wake a grisly trail of murder and mayhem. My own days numbered then; I saw the savage leaders come With their strange ideals and talk, of quotas profits and costs: Who beside me built a Fortress, a sinister smoking structure - O! those Dark forces it sent forth to finish me off Looting and burning, laying waste my beautiful Kingdom My exiled Spirit indeed, all there is now to tell of that terrible cost.
Environmental poem. The stone giants are the mountains around the lake, the children are the streams flowing into the lake, the tribes would refer to animal tribes. Although about a lake it reminds me also of a human soul.
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62/M/Ireland
Jul 26, 2018
Jul 26, 2018 at 6:52 PM UTC
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