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On the Morrow... (new ending)
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On the Morrow... (new ending) |
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Mike Member Elite
since 1999-06-19
Posts 2462 |
I beg of thee, show us thy mercy my gracious king, Hear ye my cries, as I lie prostrate before thee, My son, not yet a man, and thus as a child doth sing, Knows not of what he does; hear ye my mother's plea. Begone thy tiresome wench, as now mine patience wanes, I hear thy foolish mother's plea; doth not thee know, To bow before his king, thou trait'rous son refrains? And thus a coward's death unto your son bestow. Dearest mother, mourn thee not what death shall bring, For I shall die not as a boy, but as a man, I shan't e'er bow, on knee before an evil king, Whose treachery, pales thievery of highwayman. Farewell to moon, to stars, in death I hold no fear, For in demise, Freedom!, I gain what I hold dear. I shall mourn as thou preparest for thy demise, At morning's light, whence you shall die on the morrow, Thou doth stand tall in spite of youth's statured size, Harken thee one thing, as speak through mother's sorrow, My noble son, thou hast fought the popish soldiers, Who in their cowardice art half as strong as thee, Thou hath conquered with conviction, King's armingers, In thy execution, thou shall win life's victory, Lo, as David to Goliath, with shepherd's sling, Thou have met on field of honor, the Philistine, Though thy life is taken, thy name will honor bring, In heart of every freeman, ever shall they dene, T'was knight of Garter's Order; ever shall they sing, Of martyr who would never, kneel to unjust king. As sun doth rise, upon yon distant moor, Silence, no rooster's crow nor birds on wing, As muted winds, in dirge of death's abhor, To fallen boy, unto the heavens sing, "He stands a man, before a trait'rous king, and to his mother's name, doth honor bring." [This message has been edited by Mike (edited 05-30-2001).] |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
To the library...sure wish you would fill me in on the forms you are doing...sigh...e me? Fantastic write...and I am still pondering the implications here. |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
Life is painting a picture, not doing a sum. -- Oliver Wendell Holmes, Jr.  |
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Poet deVine
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since 1999-05-26
Posts 22612Hurricane Alley |
What an enchanting poem...but sad..and brave...I love it Mike.  |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
One of my favorites, Mike! |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
quote: I would read more of these, yes, I would... and library them, faithfully.... |
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