On winters morn when summer is scorned
we made a pact of The Nearly Dead Poets Society
to share our works and to share our quirks
from the chimes of midnight till morning light
the twenty so tested so wonderfully chosen
now commanded by a star burning yet frozen

Time for the old guard to bow and move aside
for dying poets twenty in immortality will reside
they plan to make a bible of words true and plenty
do these hearted dying poets of wonder twenty
their founder plans and perfects their claim
to their love of Poetry with such drive insane

We will, has become their key unlocking the codes of being
so to the glory of this art they do strive, always creating
all know armies come and go, nations rise and fall
yet the written word will always survive most complete, but not all
may love to the word be by honour and somewhat sobriety
to the glory of those twenty of The Nearly Dead Poets Society


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris



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