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sullivanthepoet.com
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since 2007-06-28

Posts 154
Devon, England

0 posted 2007-09-18 09:50 AM

Within their wild cacophony,
each nameless drone amongst the throng;
That waits, unbid, upon its queen,
mouths each alone its silent song.
In secret chords it timid sings,
to beg its flight on crippled wings.

Each magic note, each tone, each beat,
to Bedlam’s anarchy consigned;
Each living aria in turn,
to anonymity resigned.
Lost words that in the chaos drum,
like wing beats in the pulsing thrum.

No noble voice in anger raised,
amongst the tumult e’er discerned;
No single protest ne’er so just;
that ‘bove it all fair hearing earned.
What worthy cause one throat commit,
that will not to the clash submit?

Hence countless queens, whate’er their shade,
each o’er their throbbing hives preside;
Elected tyrants born to rule,
and ‘mongst their ilk the spoils divide.
Made thus, corrupt, their wealth supports,
begirding craven, cringing courts.

Held safe while lonely suits succumb,
to wordless clamour’s crushing yoke;
And muting protest in its folds,
spreads black the babble’s billowed cloak.
Yet while din’s mantle lends disguise,
therein a sleeping dragon lies!

For dark oppression, stoic borne,
most foolish of illusions cite;
When dragons oft presumed demised,
by despots, are but sleeping tight.
Their breathing lost amidst the roar,
but rumbling still beyond their door.

One prick, one slur, a single ill,
lone slight a nation’s suffrage breaks;
One jot above their fill afflict,
and swift, that fearful worm awakes.
Borne high on black, avenging night,
A vengeful serpent takes its flight.

Each living cell submits the whole,
one voice in harmony combined;
Form angry tongues each beating wing,
hearts beat to single pulse designed.
A breath, from each, forsakes its name,
to gorge that throat with living flame!

And woken once shall know no rest,
while just rebellion fuels its flame;
It bloodied hunts with tooth and claw,
and retribution be its name.
For when as one a people toll,
their words as crashing thunder roll…

Such caution then does hist’ry scold,
when petty Caesars anxious rule;
That commons pressed beyond their mark,
will bear scant weight of ridicule.
When dark ambition comes acreep,
‘tis best allow that dragon sleep!

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Sekishu
Junior Member

since 2007-09-17

Posts 36

1 posted 2007-09-18 05:38 PM

this is great
the rhyming and depth of the story are amazing

Twilight Warrior
Member

since 2007-02-22

Posts 106
The World That Never Was

2 posted 2007-09-18 09:30 PM

Only thing: worm should be wyrm. Other than that, this is one of my favorite poems on this site. I didn't understand the title. I don't speak latin, Voice of the Population?

"One last drink and the bottle breaks, returning us to the dust from whence we came"

Kitherion
Member

since 2006-08-01

Posts 181
Johannesburg

3 posted 2007-09-19 12:42 PM

WOW.... that's all I can say... WOW...

sullivanthepoet.com
Member

since 2007-06-28

Posts 154
Devon, England

4 posted 2007-09-19 05:12 AM

Sekishu... Once again I am gratified you enjoy my work... let me thank you for your generous comments.
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sullivanthepoet.com
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since 2007-06-28

Posts 154
Devon, England

5 posted 2007-09-19 05:13 AM

Twilight warrior... 'Wyrm' eh? Good thought! You are spot on 'the voice of the people' it is - delighted you enjoyed it - Mike
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sullivanthepoet.com
Member

since 2007-06-28

Posts 154
Devon, England

6 posted 2007-09-19 05:15 AM

Kitherion... I guess you liked it then? Thanks, it means a lot to me to have my work appreciated by a knowledgeable audience.
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