Final Battle Cry

Written for Albert's Cafe- Tovli's Ten Word challenge using: cast, features , English, glint, clear, death, warrior, sacrament, pious, way

Final Battle Cry   Cast in a pious role, a warrior turned priest saw clear to face his death against mind's raging beast. His features sagged with age where glint had long escaped from weary, downturned eyes which madness strangely shaped. The sacrament he sought, no priest would dare bestow for he had lost his way amongst those in the know. In Latin, he did chant; no, English would not do. While wars waged in his thoughts, he bid this life adieu. One swallow, long and deep, a cup of poison tipped, he met his final sleep, "Forgive me" on his lips. Who understands what pain a troubled mind may hide within its inner realm where hope's already died? By Sharon Miller Bolander    © 2008 Peggy Paris (All rights reserved)

 

Reviews

[Nancy Lee Shrader]

You do have such a way with a rhyming verse. The hopelessness of a weary mind. How many have come dangerously close as the priest in your poem,

Cast in a pious role,
a warrior turned priest
saw clear to face his death
against mind's raging beast.

His features sagged with age
where glint had long escaped
from weary, downturned eyes
which madness strangely shaped.



and


Who understands what pain
a troubled mind may hide
within its inner realm
where hope's already died?


Your poems envelop my mind

[Tovli]

well organized! it is not a week--unless I have an opportunity to read one of your poems--always a pleasant highlight to the week! tovli

[angelina neves]

Uau! And really, "Who understands what pain
a troubled mind may hide
within its inner realm
where hope's already died?"
� wonderfully said!