The Abbey dark, medieval
There rising high upon the knoll
Where Inquisitors do what they do
To rip confessions from a soul
As Fransicans sing a hymn to God
A line of torches fiery bright
March nearer through the dreadful mist
Heretics must burn on this very night
The condemned are bound to stations
Surrounded by massive piles of wood
Cries horrific pierce my ears
Were they witches or dare I say - simply misunderstood
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'The Abbey dark, medieval
There rising high upon the knoll
Where Inquisitors do what they do
To rip confessions from a soul'
Sets the stage quite well.
The ending is a good analytical question, almost neutral compared to the horrific events. History's lense gives us a little distance.
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WHOA! I love the topic!!!!! Great write and I am just in awe...Wow...
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Whoa!
Did you pick a controversial topic or what? Anyway, I think the poem is good, it just brings up too many bad images, and reflections on schisms and shifts in religion...remember, it's a very touchy subject. Speaking as a historian: The history of the Inquisition, more specifically the infamous Spanish Inquisition proper, took place out of the hands and restrictions the Vatican had placed on it in approving it in the beginning, and became the horrific terror no less than the French Revolution of its time. Monarchs Isabel and Ferdinand were a 'touch' too fanatical. But my hats off to you, not many would broach the subject but in bashing its occurance.
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i can't vouch for historical accuracy but the poem itself was great. it sounded right when read aloud... that's my test for any piece. also, i really like your idea here.
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I love it. Its great, you seriously, beautifully penned my thoughts on that entire situation. The rhyme sceme waw really great as well, and subtle, and unforced, because you didnt have a really sturdy rythm (which in this case, was a great thing)
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