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Post by Antid on Feb 1, 2004 1:20:10 GMT -5
A friend of mine wrote this poem. The recent events of this forum remind me of it all too much.
Through the open world above he often rides To snatch from men their otherworldly souls He urges on his deathly nightmare foals And leads them to the Styx’s river guides
Upon the icy currents of the air, The lord of darkness clutches to his breast Persephone, his newly captured guest. Down to fields of death his horses bear.
Beneath the chariot the harvest dies And men go hungry with the lack food For when Demeter is of mournful mood Upon the world a winter does arise.
And even in the depths of Hades lair The trees do weep and flowers wilt away For it all spoiled on this winter day And even Gods and goddesses despair.
For every selfish second that he takes And keeps the damsel from her mother's care The land forgets it was once warm and fair The lucid water freezes in the lakes.
But Hades does not care that he destroys The land and fields upon the sacred earth For unto him Persephone is worth More than the humans’ petty fickle joys
And still the harvest wilts away today… The Earth still pummeled by a wintry grief O Zeus! We beg of you a quick relief! This underworld, it swells with every day.
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Post by Archagon on Feb 1, 2004 1:58:52 GMT -5
What a nice poem. The idea is interesting.
Who wrote it?
;D (ponder the meaning of the long smiley; discuss)
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Post by AZERTY on Feb 1, 2004 12:59:53 GMT -5
I agree nice poem ;D
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