Shadows be ǽmettig for Unconscious’s content
Hither tis gástléas butterfly’s Hearse.
—in them gást Damnation’s sinful intent.
Tither, Tither honorificabilitudinitatibus! Curse
thou ábarian léasspell doth reek of betrayal…
there lives rotten in Denmark! Denmark!
Ýðmere can’t cleanse Leahtor’s stench. Belial,
O’ lýtling, thou livelihood birthed barren heart-
Ambihtsecg: sinful saints, and their sainted sins.
Ábregdan were they, Cancerwund they be.
“Hwat! Lo! Druncenwillen æðelingas! Déaðbǽrlic Kings!
swá hwæt swá hine swefnaþ toddle lo, toddle lee.”
ǽrende done, Iermð (nǽdre) grins tó ǽr-- tó ǽr
ymbhwyrft foul [o’lytling foul], naught is fair.
A contest entry
- Where Will Your Road Lead by Starz of Heaven.
750 points, ended November 30, 2008, 17 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
feedback asked for, thank you.
Comments
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This has a very old-world feel to it.....quite interesting!
best wishes in the contest.
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I am impressed by the different takes that this picture has brought out I need you to go back and read the rules of the contest though thank you for your entry be well
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