Spencerian Stanzas, Echoes Of Raw Poetry Poem by Captain Cur
Spencerian Stanzas, Echoes Of Raw Poetry
So long past, the romantic age will mourn
As kings bereft of power when they fall;
Empty bindings left when each page is torn,
Where honor lived protected by steep walls
Raw poetry echoed through the fabled halls.
Its tapestries, its murals are all gone
And knights that held us spellbound and enthralled
No longer ride beneath the flaming sun
Just weary paupers to shed her dying light upon.
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