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A sestina form poem about the fate of mankind and whatnot. Moderately deep. |
Once upon a fragrant time When strife did not befall the world And the temperamental hearts of men Were not assailed by the dark And could find sunshine in a cloud When happiness flew higher than sorrow It was a sweet transcendent world In a forgotten fabled time But lo as fate would have a cloud That dripped the awful spell of sorrow And photosynthesized the dark Did stir within the souls of men Great sages lived among the men Who saw the front of wicked cloud Shift their way across the world So armed with magicks but not with time They fought in vain and lost in sorrow To mutely watch the growing dark And so did spread the unchecked sorrow In this ill-begotten land of men There was no light to quench the dark In all the folly-blinded world And for a moment Death froze time To bask beneath his beaming cloud With eyes as fierce as thunder clouds Men forged their arms from tempered dark And ensued wars that bled with sorrow They felled in droves their brother men Until at last wept Father Time And Death eased his grip upon the world So hail to thee triumphant dark A captured heart knows naught of sorrow Who lives in this red-litten world Where Heaven's blood doth clot the clouds And in this realm of hollow men You hear tears roll down wizened Time This world is ours cry voiceless men Who rally in this darkened time But sorrow rolls on in silent clouds |