Humility
Humility
In the round, forced to knees
Foot of my nemesis
an injury worse than my fate.
Shamed before them,
those who have lust
to bear witness to my demise
With gold enough
to jest of my fate
long into the evening.
Over wine from the ripest vineyards
bread from the richest harvest,
with conscious clear and pure.
The ghost of civilized men
cast now in stone,
a testament to those who fell before
And now it is he who is honored.
He who dances with dagger,
cowers with shield
My own devil lies broken before me
mouth to dirt
I will not beg of their mercy
Like the ghosts of the fallen
My fate settles within my heart
Under moonlit, indigo sky.
In the round, forced to knees
Foot of my nemesis
an injury worse than my fate.
Shamed before them,
those who have lust
to bear witness to my demise
With gold enough
to jest of my fate
long into the evening.
Over wine from the ripest vineyards
bread from the richest harvest,
with conscious clear and pure.
The ghost of civilized men
cast now in stone,
a testament to those who fell before
And now it is he who is honored.
He who dances with dagger,
cowers with shield
My own devil lies broken before me
mouth to dirt
I will not beg of their mercy
Like the ghosts of the fallen
My fate settles within my heart
Under moonlit, indigo sky.
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| Gladiatori nell'arena' 1927 Giorgio de Chirico |
Comments
Humility can be determined from the pose
Great turn about too
The mighty has fallen thanks to the words of tashtoo
haha couldn't resist that one
OK it's now a face it facts that I'm done..haha
Loved the flow and the imagery
cast now in stone"
Loved it. Great imagery.
Kelly
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You have embraced the subject so well and managed to internalise it - recycle - and reassemble with a unique take and fascinating translation - radical.
Love what you have done here.
Great lines
Tom
cast now in stone,
a testament to those who fell before
And now it is he who is honored.
He who dances with dagger,
cowers with shield
Beautiful and moving, I love it.
Under moonlit, indigo sky.
A beautiful and haunting image of humble resignation under the heel of oppression. You have wonderfully depicted how humility obtains the true victor's laurel.
David
Another amazing share at D'Verse. See you~
"With gold enough
to jest of my fate
long into the evening.
Over wine from the ripest vineyards
bread from the richest harvest,
with conscious clear and pure."
Magnificent writing.
such a creative write for this prompt. beautiful!
The ghost of civilized men
cast now in stone
then I read it again and it all fell into place.
Congratulations.