Hermit's Ballad
An emotional release of verses by a hermit who prefers keeping himself away from the worldliness...
Leant I against the wall so still,
so well of a dungeon where I dwell,
thee no cupid spares a thought to eye,
no traces of love but dreams to sell !!
A coffin the cot where me I lay,
O stars ! the simulated glow of thinw,
the day blesseth thee few spells of ray,
the night paseth so well good grace divine !!
Each episode of life seemed a war,
I partook, was slain, and born again,
the epics I left they mock they mar,
the newborn I with utter disdain !!
Ceiling mirrors the memories I recall,
my abode a secluded dome of hell,
there whimsical souls of poets marshall,
we hover around the verse brothel !!
so well of a dungeon where I dwell,
thee no cupid spares a thought to eye,
no traces of love but dreams to sell !!
A coffin the cot where me I lay,
O stars ! the simulated glow of thinw,
the day blesseth thee few spells of ray,
the night paseth so well good grace divine !!
Each episode of life seemed a war,
I partook, was slain, and born again,
the epics I left they mock they mar,
the newborn I with utter disdain !!
Ceiling mirrors the memories I recall,
my abode a secluded dome of hell,
there whimsical souls of poets marshall,
we hover around the verse brothel !!
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