An Assortment of Poems

A Time Now Dead

Woe befalls a noble soul
And so cracks a tender heart
And thou didst not see mine anguished rage
Whilst carousing in thy fancies!
Camelot's drake hath scorched mine own flesh
With hellish flames he burnt
Deafening silence and brethren scorn
Hath ravaged me beyond all hope
Upon the sodden earth, I lay slain
The sun sneers at my outcast state
Ne're didst the sun feeleth so cold
Wherefore, good sir, didst I receiveth this curse?
Prithee! I beseech you remember what it is I have done
I have thee much offended, but as twere
I shan't vex you with my speak
I am but a wraith to you, a comrade unfit for thy stature
And so cometh my end
A perdition so terrible, I shudder in my cloak
Nay, not a soul wilt I have
Such villainy is not forgotten
Thou art cold in thy blood as in thy name!
My anguish falls upon thy conscience!
Fie! Fie on thy name! Fie on thy house!
My heart breaketh for thee
And thou art not affected by my plight!