#brutes
Length and lean
Tall and mean
Muscle and tone
Sigh and moan
Taught and clean
Bitter and gleam
Crush and bite
Timber and might
Holy and wrought
Rough and cough
Steady and calm
Dirt and charm
Man and soot
Man and foot
Farm and barn
Heat and brawn
Sleep and eat
Never obey
Stormy way
Hidden meat
Aug 17, 2025
Aug 17, 2025 at 6:08 PM UTC
i.
Into twlight, Shadow's of monster's, men's piercing sight's
As they stareth at mine queen, dog's, hopeful dreamer's, dream's;
Tis, cometh to find out these verily aren't men, they were aloviti being's, their breath was poisonous as an asp, teeth as glass.
ii.
Tis these brute's couldst not be killed by arrow, nor gun's, unless silver and gold were used; They brought a thunderstorm and hail over me and mine beloved's head, they clinched their lip's, their nail's ripped through the roaring of the darkness around instead.
iii.
Mine Earl Jane Nagley held me closely, as tis these barbarian's were untamed and ghostly; I pulled out mine secret hidden choice, An Aesculapian snake to giveth a bang taste to these to these unholy ale's, I used that silver and gold to cut off their tail's.
iv.
Whilst the thunderstorm's and hail dissolved into thin air
Mine reyna and queen hugged me and screamed, cheerfully;
She saidst to me she loved me, tis now she was free, from pain and from anguish, I saved her again from the devil's advantage.
©Brandon Nagley
©Earl jane Nagley dedication ( filipino rose)
©Lonesome poet's poetry
Oct 3, 2015
Oct 3, 2015 at 6:48 PM UTC