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The year is sixteen sixty six,
And London’s gripped by plague,
Try to visualize the scene,
Of life back in those days,

The squaled little houses,
The narrow dirty streets,
Waste of all descriptions,
Thrown out for the rats to eat,

And the rats are there in millions,
Outnumbered only by their fleas,
Those almost unseen insects,
That carry the disease,

Hear the children crying,
In their hovels cold and damp,
Hear the ceaseless screaming,
Of victims wracked by stomach cramp,

Listen to the roll of wheels,
As carts are dragged ahead,
And the almost endless chorus of,
“Hear Ye !! Bring out your dead”,

On the outskirts of the city,
The eternal funeral pyres,
As body after body,
Is cleansed of the plague by fire,

Upon the hillside mourners stand,
And watch their loved ones burn,
Knowing well before too long,
That it may be their turn,

But in a bakers shop in town,
A candle burns too low,
The timber framework catches light,
And soon the town’s aglow,

Now many more will lose their lives,
In that inferno’s blaze,
But perhaps it’s true that god above,
Works in such mysterious ways,

For when the blaze had burnt it’s course,
No trace of plague remained,
And all because a candle fell,
One night in Pudding Lane.

By S.E.Ralph

14-11-2002
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A Candle Fell

Contributed by Steve_Ralph on Monday, 18th November 2002 @ 03:00:00 AM in AEST
Topic: StoryPoetry

The year is sixteen sixty six,
And London’s gripped by plague,
Try to visualize the scene,
Of life back in those days,

The squaled little houses,
The narrow dirty streets,
Waste of all descriptions,
Thrown out for the rats to eat,

And the rats are there in millions,
Outnumbered only by their fleas,
Those almost unseen insects,
That carry the disease,

Hear the children crying,
In their hovels cold and damp,
Hear the ceaseless screaming,
Of victims wracked by stomach cramp,

Listen to the roll of wheels,
As carts are dragged ahead,
And the almost endless chorus of,
“Hear Ye !! Bring out your dead”,

On the outskirts of the city,
The eternal funeral pyres,
As body after body,
Is cleansed of the plague by fire,

Upon the hillside mourners stand,
And watch their loved ones burn,
Knowing well before too long,
That it may be their turn,

But in a bakers shop in town,
A candle burns too low,
The timber framework catches light,
And soon the town’s aglow,

Now many more will lose their lives,
In that inferno’s blaze,
But perhaps it’s true that god above,
Works in such mysterious ways,

For when the blaze had burnt it’s course,
No trace of plague remained,
And all because a candle fell,
One night in Pudding Lane.

By S.E.Ralph

14-11-2002

Copyright Â© Steve_Ralph ... [ 2002-11-18 03:00:00]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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Re: A Candle Fell (User Rating: 1 )
by OreO on Monday, 18th November 2002 @ 03:32:38 AM AEST
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I really enjoyed this poem alot
It gives such a beautiful vision,
your very talented with your writing
i'd like to read more of your work
Keep em' coming
.::´¯`·..· OreO·..·´¯`::.

Re: A Candle Fell (User Rating: 1 )
by ginsdance on Monday, 18th November 2002 @ 08:38:21 AM AEST
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Wow... that was an awesome description. It's amazing to see history come alive in poetry. You did an awesome job with this!

Ginnie

Re: A Candle Fell (User Rating: 1 )
by DreamWeaver on Monday, 18th November 2002 @ 09:21:22 AM AEST
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Excellent write ... I enjoyed this.

Re: A Candle Fell (User Rating: 1 )
by Jenni_Kalicharan on Monday, 18th November 2002 @ 10:05:14 AM AEST
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As usual, Steve...you have done a wonderful job with this...
Your #1 Fan and Friend...

Re: A Candle Fell (User Rating: 1 )
by lilch4ever on Saturday, 14th December 2002 @ 09:40:00 PM AEST
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Very good and it was very good and very interesting too. History comes alive in many ways yours is very brilliant.

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