And Crowns Crumbled to Dust
.. .. ..
Bells of triumph clang,
Fortresses fain to hail thee
Men of valiant swords.
Glories thence fell, crowns crumbled
To dust.. no wailings were heard.
The wind about thy sceptre howl and cry,
Loft precipices trampled;
Ruined rich piles of graves.
For Dr Ram Mehta's contest : "My Best Poem of the Year 2012"
Forms : Tanka /Kimo
For Russell Sivey's contest : " A Mesh of Forms"