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Devictus (Ode) by nocturnalism Into the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole
I curse whatever gods may be
For my unforgivable soul
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have both failed and cried aloud
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, and in shame is bowed
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And soon the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find me bent and afraid
It matters not how great the hate,
How charged with punishments the scoll,
I am not the master of my fate;
I am not the captain of my soul
Up the ladder:
A Pen Named Ed
Down the ladder:
Buzzards
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Posted: November 22, 2005 12:21 AM PST; Last modified: November 22, 2005 12:21 AM PSTWeighted score: 5.0715218 Overall Rank: 6571 Comments:
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zodiac @ 212.118.19.59
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22-Nov-05/3:30 AM
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You let God beat you. Probably without any exertion on His part.
I like the melancholy here, the images of your head being bowed in shame, and the horror of the shade all add to the power and make for colourful language, however all words that you use are relatively simple, and so it reminds me of the Beefeaters at the Tower of London in the UK, who tell children stories of its dark and bloody past. The range and grab of the feelings here are extensive for a dark poem, which usually just try to get the reader to feel sorry for them; I think thats a good thing.
Why do you curse the gods for you unforgivableness? Still, it's a haunting lament.
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