Short Wailings Poems

And Crowns Crumbled To Dust

Re : Old Poems


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.

~


Forms : Tanka / Kimo


(3/21/2012)