A poem...

[Mirimaran]

I'm playing with a new style, inspired somewhat by the lays of Tolkien. Hope you enjoy!

Honored Dead

The night fell and at last/ iron bound and mail red-stained
warriors moved to the task/ to find their brothers who perished
upon the arrow flowered field/ ranks of lords and peasant's sons
who's spilled blood now mingled/ as a river run red to mirrored pools
/to echo the pale moon's rising.

Quiet now are the hero's cries/ broken spears and unhanded swords
their purpose faithfully discharged/ shields split and mail torn asunder
the foes of men met that day/ their forms rent and left for ravens
while the host now glory bound/ await the fires and smoking pyres
/to hasten their ascent to heaven.

Lays and tales already spun/ words twist the air as smoke rises
stars on high know envy/ the fires of earth own the night
and upon the countless pyres/ lay in death's shadow sons and fathers
horn's blow and harps ply/ the sorrow of our hearts masked
/as flames take our dead away.

Cold night now holds court/ naught but smoke and ashes remain
brothers now forever gone/ to leave lonely we upon the earth
who prepare again to march/ shoulder spear and shield burden now
banners flutter in darkness/ as the night wind takes away
/the best of us into the sky...

[Peter Remling]

Very nice.

[R.D.Metcalf]

I love it!