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time tells a terrible tale:
frail fiefdoms fall,
leaving lost lives lying
beneath a bloody battlefield.
passing prayers for prosperity
wish the world well
as time takes its terrible toll.
I was running from the world when I wrote this. Running away from what might have been (and, as it turns out, what wasn't.) Anyway, I tried a new idea to take my mind away: alliteration, but limited to single lines instead of covering the entire poem in T's.
It kind of reminds me of Stephen Crane's stuff--"The Red Badge of Courage" and the poem about the great battle-god's kingdom being a field where a thousand corpses lie.
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