On the Feeder of Crows

[Sabrathan]

War, conflict, power are sins of all times

Held by the strong, claimed by the daring

Spurned by the foolish, envied by the weak

They are my virtues of old and believe me; they'll eternally shine

 

The last soldiers remaining gather under my banner of Crows

Praying, hoping and cursing, one more battle to see

'Tis their game of courage and mettle, a struggle of unsurpassable will

 

Far in the distance I watch the haze as it gathers

Between valor and madness the line fades away

Since, forgive me, yet, the way I see things; there's only one path

Only one road leads to glory, on my crimson throne's side

 

I urge you forward; I promise gifts cruel and relentless

To the most powerful mortals, the mightest of beasts

Show me the worth of your sword-arm and earn my fondest affections

Linger not idly about! Charge and crush your enemies now

 

Enter Ehrenfeld's midst...

 

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Guys, δεν έχω την παραμικρή ιδέα από ποίηση. Κάποιες βασικές συμβουλές για την δομή που θα ήταν καλύτερο να έχει ένα ποίημα (μέτρο και αν είναι πουθενά ταιριαστή, ομοιοκαταληξία) θα είναι καλοδεχούμενες. Thanks.

 

PS: Damnit, κάποιος Mod να μου κάνει ένα μικρό Move στην βιβλιοθήκη please? Δυστυχώς δεν υπάρχει επιλογή delete για να το κάνω ο ίδιος.

Edited August 14, 2005 by Sabrathan