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Doom Solig
Let me know your thoughts....?
Gingerly sweet the whisper seeps
Through the forest so deep
Beyond the king of three winters go
A freshly fallen virgin snow
Deep in the abyss kindles a spark
Can you hear the silenced lark?
Soft and tender my journey's step
To the old woman who has wept
The perilous forest is unforgiving
Especially to those among the living
Weeping still she rests near the stream
Echoes not her grieving scream
Curious eyes watch in sorrow
for none know what comes the morrow
Upon bended knee in the moon's glow
A solitary tear to the stream below
She cradles the warrior like a child
Deep within this forest so wild
Tarnished armour blades of rust
So fragile this tender trust
Linger long her mournful sobs
For a life the gods have robbed
Brave warrior of old all agree
But fate comes to even thee.
5 AnswersPoetry1 decade agoI shaped up my earlier writing based on suggestions, how does it look now?
Keep in mind before you read this, and it will be painfully obvious to many, I am not a writer and in forty years I cared not to read anything fiction....so with that, let me know your thoughts and constructive critics.
Gingerly sweet the whisper seeps
Through the forest so deep
Beyond the king of three winters go
A freshly fallen virgin snow
Deep in the abyss kindles a spark
Can you hear the silenced lark?
Soft and tender my journey's step
To the old woman who has wept
The perilous forest is unforgiving
Especially to those among the living
Weeping still she rests near the stream
Echoes not her grieving scream
Curious eyes watch in sorrow
for none know what comes the morrow
Upon bended knee in the moon's glow
A solitary tear to the stream below
She cradles the warrior like a child
Deep within this forest so wild
Tarnished armour blades of rust
So fragile this tender trust
Linger long her mournful sobs
For a life the gods have robbed
Brave warrior of old all agree
But fate comes to even thee.
1 AnswerMythology & Folklore1 decade agoWhat do you think of my writings?
Gentle and sweet the whisper seeps in the forest so deep beyond where
the king of three winters grow in the forest so dark there lies a spark.
Can you hear the silenced lark?
Soft and tender is my step to the old woman who has wept for the things
she has not kept. The forest is unforgiving for those among the living
but there she sits at the singing spring defiant to her fears and still
can she hear?
Curious eyes watch in sorrow for none know what brings on the morrow.
I kneal in the fern in the moon's glow and feel the tear trickle below.
She cradles the warrior like a child deep within this forest so wild.
Limb to limb, root to root I dance but not once did our eyes meet to
chance. In the moss they search for what is lost, their way distorted
and amiss to find a place like this.
Rustle the leaves for my whispers are free. Her sobs tell of the soul
the gods have robbed, brave he must have been this warrior she cradles.
Silent feet lead me close within the shadows of her soul.
"You hear me dont you healer? What will cure his wound grows deep in
the thistle dew, take my hand for I am no different than you and I will
show you where they grow. Fear not for your warrior so bold and brave
for this place will not be his grave if you truly believe."
5 AnswersPoetry1 decade agoAn example of my writings,please make suggestions?
Gentle and sweet the whisper seeps in the forest so deep beyond where
the king of three winters grow in the forest so dark there lies a spark.
Can you hear the silenced lark?
Soft and tender is my step to the old woman who has wept for the things
she has not kept. The forest is unforgiving for those among the living
but there she sits at the singing spring defiant to her fears and still
can she hear?
Curious eyes watch in sorrow for none know what brings on the morrow.
I kneal in the fern in the moon's glow and feel the tear trickle below.
She cradles the warrior like a child deep within this forest so wild.
Limb to limb, root to root I dance but not once did our eyes meet to
chance. In the moss they search for what is lost, their way distorted
and amiss to find a place like this.
Rustle the leaves for my whispers are free. Her sobs tell of the soul
the gods have robbed, brave he must have been this warrior she cradles.
Silent feet lead me close within the shadows of her soul.
"You hear me dont you healer? What will cure his wound grows deep in
the thistle dew, take my hand for I am no different than you and I will
show you where they grow. Fear not for your warrior so bold and brave
for this place will not be his grave if you truly believe."
2 AnswersMythology & Folklore1 decade agoThoughts on my writing? Opinions?
Gentle falls the tears of the cloud
upon the rippled waters of my soul
Whispers dance upon the breeze
in a forest where the ancient's weep
Rustling leaves under tender foot
shatters the silence of old
to where the warrior sits alone
and ponders the sounds of war
4 AnswersPoetry1 decade agoWhat year did the northern crusades begin particularly in Finnmark,Norrbotten and Finland?
I read once an edict from the Pope in 1020 began it for those in northern Sweden and Anund Jakob led an army in 1050 north, but is there proof this is when it started or was it a century later in Finland? Keep in mind,the northern crusades,not middle east.
1 AnswerHistory1 decade ago