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Endymion Dead (Free verse) by vulcan

I grew impatient the more I rode over the field For the Moon-beau above me a Castle of Indolence had built And the Earth beneath a mass of mysteries underground. But though I climbed the mountains and explored the valleys "There was evening and there was morning-the Sixth day." I grew impatient the more I rode over the field A man on the hilltop was gazing at the battlements Of an ugly speckled face; Endymion was dead and Moon had become a myth.

horus8 16-Jan-03/10:08 PM
on the way out..they throw vulcan a ten..because his poetry rocks too. yeah..chicky chik chik chaw.?




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