Title: Haruspex
by Daniel from Staffordshire | in writing, poetry
Melted the brittle yielding -
And served in four types of perspective.
There were tall tales that were fluent in their patronage,
Kinder ' as it were - the generic foul assumption,
Won't they spread the flats more liberally?
Seems but a few will not lie.
Having seen the very babbling brook,
From the forthcoming bitter came
There was not a minute of peace,
Or a time for reflection on salvation.
The time seized my fractured entry, but
The joker dances no more -
That crease catches the itching wound.
Whilst 'He' asks too many faces,
Constructed and mounted on obsolete horse-back,
They were more lenient to the more gentle-minded,
And they indulged in sacrificial games.
Carriages guarding told secrets begin to reminisce,
The fields of glory clipped the wings of metal birds -
Substituted from the hunter's inquisitive instincts
Relics of forbidden tombs crafted by the conscience of a thought '
From 'Her' ' Mistress.
This was written and developed shortly after one of my other poems, 'War of two worlds' (Now: A tribute to our hero). This is very personal to me whilst being something that is relevant to everyone in one way or another.
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