Where's the hand that was promised me? To lift me up from the lowest grounds. Stumbling along my weakened knees, I rue the loss of a friend I'd found. Recalling tales of a long gone past In which I, a Knight, had many a quest Of war, peace and glory surpassed Accomplished all, excepting one little test. Oh, heavens, why this mockery made of me? My deeds were ever an honour on you Servile, Oh Goddess, my prayer to thee Why left unanswered in the winds you blew. Fey, now my thoughts, as the wind ululates In a pastiche of wolves howling in wrath, This raffish being that I'm decreed by fate Averring my way through this muddy path. And yet, eyes closed, I still dream in glee Of nascent thoughts and that which could be And with a penchant to what you shan't give I fear to wake up, and I fear to live. -------------- This poem is purposely left untitled and with time I may add more to it, in which case the name would not be suited.
Essi my man......you back coz the date its 30-07-05 on the post......... if u r...good to have you back........... and the poem is like totaly.whoa........great ..waiting for additons
Ooohh Essi, you know I'm a fan, but this was something. I loved it. And man, I had to look up a few words there. Great work. Post more often and help!! I can't get anything out, its been ages since I wrote anything. Nothing seems to work out.
@rocking_devil - He isnt really on IGT. He just logs in once in awhile and posts poems, thats about it. If he was on IGT, he would definitely be a mod.
