Lord Chamberlain's Lecture
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Waste the freed, born you a just throne,
Tis, not plain, goodness, be all yours,
Death in the night, dark comes the day,
Throughout the realm, soon be your own,
Set thy bow, claim me that you slay,
We campaign on peace at our tours,
Well-off calm without any wars,
Should death be vain, no song, no tune,
Ought life part this Earth and fair moon,
Rush the day, bring the night a gift
For love is born, free hearts be swift,
Lips proved that show the honored shift,
Love has freed this place, sails sunrise,
Seize this day lived, wealth be its prize,
A sweet life, with swords born to sheath,
Joy for free hearts, let the born breathe,
Nay young prince, not the time for play,
Long past the hour, for your liege waits,
This sort, of course, dare I to say,
Room is yours, to that, "Loosed the gates".
2020 January 22
Strict rhyme and meter challenge Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Son of Spock
Copyright © Hilo Poet | Year Posted 2020
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