Heroic in the face of fate,
nooses cinched about the nape,
ransomed at the city's gate,
sackcloth their adorning drape.
Bearing keys to England's King,
the six against a town compared.
Bad omens that their death may bring,
thus the burghers' lives were spared.
A contest entry
- Pick a word - Write a poem in 10 lines or less (B) by The Fun House.
1050 points, ended December 14, 2008, 19 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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I'm not a huge fan of rhyme unless it is well done and this is very well done. It is not forced and keeps the flow of thoughts well. Excellent job here.
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