On pain of death
the harpist sings a tune,
strung up high on an Indian poon,
Avoiding his last breath.
High on meth
the princess swooned,
on pain of death
the harpist sings a tune.
When the king discovered the breadth
of the harpist's 'boon'
given 'neath a crescent moon
He strung the harpist, condemned to Set
on pain of death.
Author notes
An... uh, interesting inturpretation of a Rondel, I'll admit. Kind of a strange tale. Why does the Indian king worship the Egyptian Set? Who's to know? Could it be that it's an Egyptian harpist? 
A contest entry
- In-Form me! (focus on Rondel) by iamlost.
700 points, ended February 9, 2009, 17 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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I agree, a very interesting take. I really like the line "Avoiding his last breath", it has a great feel to it. I also like your first two lines that help to define the poem. The originality in this piece is especially nice.
Thanks for the entry and good luck in the contest,
~lost
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