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the ways of old are quickly fading
new generations have closed their eyes
but belief still flows, with decrepit old crones
with their ancient spells and remedies. Oh, they know!

The trees have eyes, so it is told
By these old women, wrinkled, smelling of mold
"Cross not the river, for beyond lays death!"
"In the woods of the old gods!"
these words carried by their fetid breath

Their warnings not always heeded, voices croak in vain
When every so often, one finds himself brave
"Such stories! Absurd! I shall go explore!"
So with purpose he marches, towards wooded gloom
Days pass,the family waits, and still no return

Sorrow is expressed, mourning now done
The village has lost another young son
They shake their heads, "Oh what a shame!"
But the crones, they laugh
For by the old gods he's been claimed [comments] => 1 [counter] => 177 [topic] => 13 [informant] => moforious [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )

Woods of the Old Gods

Contributed by moforious on Thursday, 13th March 2008 @ 06:20:48 PM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry

In the land of the Slavs, now Christianized
the ways of old are quickly fading
new generations have closed their eyes
but belief still flows, with decrepit old crones
with their ancient spells and remedies. Oh, they know!

The trees have eyes, so it is told
By these old women, wrinkled, smelling of mold
"Cross not the river, for beyond lays death!"
"In the woods of the old gods!"
these words carried by their fetid breath

Their warnings not always heeded, voices croak in vain
When every so often, one finds himself brave
"Such stories! Absurd! I shall go explore!"
So with purpose he marches, towards wooded gloom
Days pass,the family waits, and still no return

Sorrow is expressed, mourning now done
The village has lost another young son
They shake their heads, "Oh what a shame!"
But the crones, they laugh
For by the old gods he's been claimed

Copyright © moforious ... [ 2008-03-13 18:20:48]
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Re: Woods of the Old Gods (User Rating: 1 )
by tifrob on Friday, 14th March 2008 @ 04:29:32 PM AEST
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I loved this. Story telling through verse is not done enough.
Build on to this piece, you could turn this into an epic.
You have a real talent for this. Use it and make it yours...

~Me~

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