To the master’s house I ran
I knocked I entered
He was, the master there
in crimson rob he stud
Tall he was with hair of black
Upon his chest his beard did reach
You come for why, to steal time
Was again for me, to knees I dropped
Was up stretched my arm
My hands in clasp
Master, oh master she came
Was her the lady fare
At the mound she was
What lady
What mound
What babble
To you be gone from here
Master, but a message she has
The mound upon she stud, an angle
Wait, what you said
Was there, the angle on the mound
For me, a message told
Not told to me
You, for she waits upon the mound
My horse make ready, my horse
The mound I must travel to in haste.
Author notes
Read part one first epa Series
I'm trying to be a little more serious here.
Comments
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I dont really understand the last line, but that could just be my end of the year burned out brain not being all that smart. Good poem though. Read like a story.
Mylee
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