Mortals lonesome,
Have stirred the winds.
Danced with the raging tides.
Their feet marking their feats.
Mortals, warriors
The rains bring down their ashes.
There it is in the air,
Glorious sentiments in showers.
Mortals birthed,
Warriors unearthed .
Ashes disperse from death,
Their legend as told, by the hearth.
I love the line “their feet marking their feats”.
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Thanks for reading 🙃
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Amazing 💕
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The last stanza is my favorite. This sounds like a poem you would see about the movie 300. Great work! 🙂
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I’m humbled. Now I really want to see the movie, to see where this fits in 🙃. Thanks for reading.
Elsie
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Fabulous writing, this!
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Merci beaucoup.
🙂
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Welcome 🙂
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