Description: An old piece of mine I wrote for a friend.
The only Iambic poem I ever wrote and only because I was asked.
Hope somebody else likes it too
And they fought for their lives as the walls tumbled down
As the rubble fell down to the earth
And the cold winters gale blew through each every man
With the vengeance of nature unfurled
Still they stood and they held and they charged over ground
That was littered with comrades were felled
Till they came to the copse, to the enemies post
With an army of vengeance in tow
But we know all the tales for as history has told
That the brave of the north are no more
For where once was a castle with walls standing tall
There is now just a burned out shell
So befly all your fears of the conquerors name
For the conquerors fell where you stand
Within this fair forest by the hands of your kin
By the true owner of this fair land
I could never do this. Create iambic pentameter? yes. Create iambic pentameter and have the poem make sense? absolutely not. You never cease to amaze me. I love how the descriptions jump out and how the reader is given a vivid picture. A chance to see the past in the present. I do have to ask why the name of the poem is "True Owner". I feel like I missed something, is there something implied in the last stanza/title that is going completely over my head, or am I reading too much into it?
A good story and very good use of words, that is - moving on so as not to over use any particular one but show a variety. This gift is absent from many works.
Submission Name: True Owner
