Post by Bubs on Dec 8, 2015 16:06:19 GMT -5
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So I had to write a poem for English class that used Anglo-Saxon elements, specifically from Beowulf. Not sure if I really did it correctly, but I thought I'd share what I wrote because it has a lot of meaning to me.
Smoke before Light
by zeh bubz
Smoke, far and wide, seen in the sky
Drowning the heaven’s light of dawn;
Life seemed meaningless, lone I was. It
Felt like day, yet appeared like the night.
The open fields trembled frightened in fear,
Wasted away by the mid-day’s wounds.
The Lord shed no tears of glee, saddened
By man’s transgressions and inability to
Make peace. The black embers roared in rage,
Silencing man’s screams and pleas for serenity
As they lie prostrated, looking for life’s relief.
Darkness consumed those who had any doubt,
Falling to the grasps of the giant, fervent he
Became by the deaths of the doomed, who fell
Destined by the behest of their beloved deities. The raven
Hung high over the ones he claimed his, so I went on
To fight with my brothers who flew the flags of freedom.
The smoke had sustained itself for long, in an effort
To cloud the minds of those who fought on, consuming
The forsaken and weakening the faithful. Societies
True nature was exposed, hard-pressed and enraged*; it
Was like that of a rabid animal living in its final
Moments. The soldiers knew the stakes of the battle, striving
For the independence of all individuals, calling for
The annihilation of racism, abolishing slavery of the misfortunate.
Needless violence had championed the vicinity, violating
The warriors shrouded in the depths of the smoke. The Lord
Had welcomed many with wide arms as they withered away,
Sensing their frail lives fade into the chaos.
Brothers were lost, blood covered the beloved;
Smoke was indefinite, insusceptible to an end.
Many thought they had entered into the abyss,
Hell on Earth lying in the heat of evil. Now gun and hand,
White among black, the battle’s task became clear once more.
He who saw the day’s end was glum no more; he who
Witnessed it all now knew his role. I, the many, stood up
And pressed on again through the clouds of purgatory.
What laid at the end was absent of smoke; light
Shined anew on the fields of man’s future.
* Edits were made here for the sake of the flow of the poem.
Smoke, far and wide, seen in the sky
Drowning the heaven’s light of dawn; so
Life seemed meaningless, lone I was. It
Felt like day, yet appeared like the night.
The open fields trembled frightened in fear,
Wasted away by the mid-day’s wounds.
The Lord shed no tears of glee, saddened
By man’s transgressions and inability to
Make peace. The black embers roared in rage,
Silencing man’s screams and pleas for serenity
As they lie prostrated, looking for life’s relief.
Darkness consumed those who had any doubt,
Falling to the grasps of the giant, fervent he
Became by the deaths of the doomed, who fell
Destined by the behest of their beloved breaker of rings. The
Swan of blood hung high over the ones he claimed his,
So I followed my brothers who flew the flags of freedom.
The smoke had sustained itself for long, in an effort
To cloud the minds of those who fought on, consuming
The forsaken and weakening the faithful. Societies
True nature was exposed, hard-pressed and enraged; it
Was like that of a rabid animal living in its final
Moments. The children of battle knew the stakes, striving
For the independence of all individuals, calling for
The annihilation of racism, abolishing slavery of the misfortunate.
Needless violence had championed the vicinity, violating
The warriors shrouded in the depths of the smoke. The Lord
Had welcomed many with wide arms as they withered away,
Sensing their frail lives fade into the chaos.
Brothers were lost, battle-sweat covered the beloved;
Smoke was indefinite, insusceptible to an end.
Many thought they had entered into the abyss,
Hell on Earth lying in the heat of evil. Now gun and hand,
White among black, the battle’s task became clear once more.
He who saw the day’s end was glum no longer; he who
Witnessed it all now knew his role. I, the many, stood up
And pressed on again through the clouds of purgatory.
What laid at the end was absent of smoke. The sky candle
Shined anew on the fields of man’s future.
Drowning the heaven’s light of dawn; so
Life seemed meaningless, lone I was. It
Felt like day, yet appeared like the night.
The open fields trembled frightened in fear,
Wasted away by the mid-day’s wounds.
The Lord shed no tears of glee, saddened
By man’s transgressions and inability to
Make peace. The black embers roared in rage,
Silencing man’s screams and pleas for serenity
As they lie prostrated, looking for life’s relief.
Darkness consumed those who had any doubt,
Falling to the grasps of the giant, fervent he
Became by the deaths of the doomed, who fell
Destined by the behest of their beloved breaker of rings. The
Swan of blood hung high over the ones he claimed his,
So I followed my brothers who flew the flags of freedom.
The smoke had sustained itself for long, in an effort
To cloud the minds of those who fought on, consuming
The forsaken and weakening the faithful. Societies
True nature was exposed, hard-pressed and enraged; it
Was like that of a rabid animal living in its final
Moments. The children of battle knew the stakes, striving
For the independence of all individuals, calling for
The annihilation of racism, abolishing slavery of the misfortunate.
Needless violence had championed the vicinity, violating
The warriors shrouded in the depths of the smoke. The Lord
Had welcomed many with wide arms as they withered away,
Sensing their frail lives fade into the chaos.
Brothers were lost, battle-sweat covered the beloved;
Smoke was indefinite, insusceptible to an end.
Many thought they had entered into the abyss,
Hell on Earth lying in the heat of evil. Now gun and hand,
White among black, the battle’s task became clear once more.
He who saw the day’s end was glum no longer; he who
Witnessed it all now knew his role. I, the many, stood up
And pressed on again through the clouds of purgatory.
What laid at the end was absent of smoke. The sky candle
Shined anew on the fields of man’s future.