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Cicero Jan 2019
Rusty axe in hand, cold air on the face
Holding down with a single damp hand
Recoiled in place
Slammed down with a thud and a crack
Another in rapid succession
And then another still in a dark progression
Pain racks the mind, disgust sights the eyes

The twilight moon covered by clouds
Refusing to witness what has transpired
Mind dulled, and heart torn
Eyes front, recoil once more
With a final throw a shatter rings out
The land convulses, the wind cries out
Something beautiful is thrown throughout

It was a cold dark night when it came to pass
That from out of the dark and into the light
I shattered my soul to keep you alight
And if I had but another soul to give, I'd offer it up on this altar of fate
Yenson Jun 2022
There its emblazed
in Pantheon worthy Almanacs
that without fear or favour and in justly endeavours
alongside peers I girded my *****
and earned my laurels

Ask in The Bodleian
and the hallowed halls of scholars
have sat with scribes drinking from wells of learning
in well spent I burnt midnight oil
my gown et rolls earned

At the Trade Exchange
my worth and flair remunerated
from dawn I upped with the larks to make hay
held my own amongst equals
in service and toil

Need no reminding
of halcyon days at the Lyceum
of wine women and songs in work hard play hard
all done in sublime grace and style
keeping a wise head on

Cupid will testify
I have loved and been loved
met dusk and dawn in truly hot passions and kisses
touched hearts in honest emotions
with blissful memories till ever

Go to the voices of past
you will find no harm done by me
where and when I could I helped my fellow humans
in compassion in deeds I'll give
if they are happy I am too

I can stand before my God
eternally grateful and blessed
I claim no perfection but know I did best with what He gave
and if all is ruined and destroyed in evil fate
I know His Will be done
mortal actions never deceive the gods

— The End —