Saturday, December 27, 2003

 
Untitled Epic Poem - Part 1
Wave – caressed shores glistening in glory
Encompass a land of lore and plenty
Where kings of land and sea have taken flight
Becoming lords of Heaven. In their plight,
The disillusioned fallen gather ‘round
Scamming shadows whose felonious sounds
Are masked mute by tendered desperate hopes.
An underground force forged by slippery slopes,
The Carmagano strain spreads like wild fire,
Spreading discontent on the roaring pyre.

James posted this at 2:22 PM.