Best Athwart Poems

While we all fallen, asleep
words collasped, howling and weep
Minutes losing, to the night
so glory, even shadows are divine.

The shadows of the dying moon
Reminiscing, the time of Rune,
too close, too soon.
The fire of the dying sun
Sing the song that be unsung.
The life of a dying man
Often...

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Athwart

Child:
Look! My dear mother, the serene summit of those high hills.
Hark! My dear mother, the cadences of the handsome halcyon.
Sway! My dear mother, along with the debonair daffodils.
Dance! My dear mother, along with the proud plumes that the peacocks adorn.

Mother:
Come, sweet child of mine.
High hills,...

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Athwart Without Surcease — Edzel

Erelong the sphere was contrived,
intrinsically safe with His arms.
Born— soon derived,
and molded from His heart so warm.

Fain to live,
hight to be a no man in an island.
Sith ere He do forgive,
our sins be reprimand.

Teened with so many misdeed,
but He do acquit;
our...

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