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  • ishiita 13w

    Canticle For Him

    The agape for the lands,
    Atrate he to mourn his own end,
    Empyrain jannock of Lord,
    Ready to conflate himself into the mare of Selene.

    Noctivangant walks in the weald grounds,
    Carnife of the adversaries,
    Valor son of the country,
    Are always at his work.

    Lorn behind the ernest celerity of cingulomania,
    Holding his children and beloved amigo,
    Hears he the brontide of battles and cannons,
    Fights he on the path of eleutheromania.

    People of the mother land,
    Owes countless euneirophrenia to him,
    Who greets his end of elation,
    And leaves behind an excruciating carrion being.

    Eccedentesiast he dies the death of valor,
    Then the reminiscent mind now sleeps at rest,
    Leaving behind the later talks of yestreen,
    And now his tacenda whispers to blue.

    Where the amranthine grows,
    Was made a grave for him,
    To enjoy the aubade of love,
    Sung by the friends resting beneath.

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    Poem no. 49
    23/Oct/2020 8:32PM
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  • ishiita 13w

    @mirakee @writersnetwork @mirakeeworld

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    Inspired by the book "The Thorn Birds"....

    Void is here the thorn which pierces the heart of the thorn bird.

    Verse no. 1
    22/Oct/2020 9:15 PM
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  • ishiita 14w

    * Hamartia : A fatal flaw leading to the downfall of a tragic hero


    Don't remember me during your burgeon days,
    Nor in your triumphant epochals,
    Drink and dance with high delight to your fill,
    And never leave your tumbler empty in moonlight.

    When there will be no autumn moons & spring flowers,
    I will come with numerous memorable hours,
    If not I shall beseech zephyrs of Tisha,
    To ride back home and give you courage and hope.

    Hamartia must be the time when I derelicted,
    Your silent cries and quite painful screams,
    If you ask me how much my dolent increase,
    Just see the over brimming river in the east.

    Though drunk with my tears I will lit up the effulgent lamp,
    Of sophrosyne in the caligo guiding your way back,
    Though buried with my scars I will always,
    Will always draw the caim around you.

    Hamartia made me a tragic hero in this tale of yours,
    Neither can stay afar nor can breathe the wind of yours,
    I write this tristful letter with a great valour from my heart,
    A letter kept within my books, I wish you could have a read.

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    Poem no. 48
    21/Oct/2020 10:47PM
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    Hey!! I hope you all are doing well...I apologize for being inactive lately but I will read your posts soon...till then Happy Reading❣️

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    1. A fatal flaw leading to the downfall of a
    tragic hero or heroine.