Debbie Guzzi Poet Quatrain

Fowr Horsemen of the Apocalypse

War is just a means tae a’ end
Deaythe’s the price of life.
Famine’s black horse 
fills the gullet of Deaythe’s strife.

War is just a means tae a’ end
Deaythe’s the price of life
Power swings Wars red sword
the weak an’ young suffice.

War is just a means tae a’ end
Deaythe’s the price of life.
Conquest raises its mighty bow
crowning Kings with delight.

War is just a means tae a’ end
Deaythe’s is just the price of life
on pale horse the banshee rides
no matter the what your fief.

We are the fertilzer of the field
for life is all and deayth is real.

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Doris Culverhouse August 12, 2009 at 7:25 PM Wonderful, not commonly done.

Michelle Mac Donald August 9, 2009 at 6:02 PM Beautifully penned, Deborah! The language/spelling gives it a Celtic aura, and the outstanding imagery and metaphors take the reader beyond. An amazing write! Wishing the best to you and yours! Mikki

Cesar Cantu August 9, 2009 at 5:11 PM Oh, when read outloud it sounds pretty...uncommon @.@ jojojojo like the mood and the last two lines :D:D thanks for the experience @.@

James Marshall Goff August 7, 2009 at 3:56 PM fun read! Deb! jim

James Fraser August 7, 2009 at 8:29 AM Excellent Quatrain Deborah, a wee touch o the Irish Scots here. I used to sing in the school Gaelic choir when i was younger. Our school even sang Amazing Grace at the Mod, what a buzz that was>>James

Gert W. Knop August 7, 2009 at 3:55 AM Just beautifully done! Wished I have learned Gaelic, but I know that's a very difficult language. And thank you for your comment on Fly high. Gert

Sue Mason August 6, 2009 at 7:55 PM Beautifully done here, Deborah. I've sent you mail re. The Dreamtime.

John Loving Iii August 6, 2009 at 6:13 PM you did this very well. john h loving iii

John Loving Iii August 6, 2009 at 6:11 PM you blew my mind! i had no ideal you were this diverse and you did it very well. John Henry Loving III

Denis Bruce August 6, 2009 at 3:19 PM It means,"Let us honour the hill of crosses."

Debbie Guzzi August 6, 2009 at 5:42 AM It's Scottish dialect/ of old english if you'd like to learn more there's a great site with a translation dictionary. dsl.ac.uk/dsl/. I've had two years of Irish Gaelic and I could sing a bit in gaelic WOW next to Hawiian it's very difficult.

Veronica Joseph August 5, 2009 at 5:29 PM Is it olde English?have you studied this, its wonderfully done.

Sara Kendrick August 5, 2009 at 2:36 PM Interesting writing. Sara

Vince Suzadail Jr. August 5, 2009 at 12:25 PM This is different and here all along, I thought they played for Notre Dame under Knute Rockne. Have a great day. Vince

Carrie Richards August 5, 2009 at 11:22 AM Unique style of this quatrain, and emphasizes even more the futality of war, death from war and the price of life.....from ancient times...through modern times....man never ceases to pick war over peace.... Great job! ~ Carrie

Michael Jordan August 5, 2009 at 8:58 AM Deborah I find it rather interesting the way you penned this piece - I like it - Hope your having a wonderful day - God Bless, MJ