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My First Poem
I scribbled down the following whilst bored senseless during English class, some years ago when still in High School. And as such am considering a complete rewrite to match my current capabilities, but would prefer some opinions on the base foundation first. Especially considering this as my first serious attempt at composing personal poetry. *have made no such forays ever since*
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A song for saints, a dirge for devils, a saga for success,
Victories vain despite their pains, and forsaken histories forgotten
Hear of Hardrada, hard ruling King, the last of Viking fame,
His father slain, the Kingdom claimed, against which he was maimed
Bathed in blood with bodyguard, a Prince with much aspired,
Sought refuge with royal retainers in Byzantine Empire
The Varangian guard, of Viking verocity, in which his career was trained,
A cunning commander, man of the hour, subjected all whom he shamed
Observer of the Avians, animals ascending air,
Were used by his amoral mind, to enemies despair
Hence evil intellect innate, he observed actions of others,
Avians who left their nests to find food for their brothers
So thus before battle with those besieged,
He seized their birds for destructive deeds
And timbers tied unto tiny legs, the flying things left many dead,
For when returning to their perch, the homes they did begin to scorch
And so those battlements did burn down
By High Hardrada of Northern Crown
Forging his legacy in the Levant, from Africa to Fertile Crescent
With abilities obviously evident, the crownless King became quite arrogant
So filled with pride, he did comply
To recover his Crown when the Usurper died
Through slaughter, Scandinavia seized
Although it did not satiate his greed
And so he sought across the seas,
New kingdoms to conquer, and subjects to lead
Of Saxon stock, the English he engaged
And stubbornly was sent unto his grave
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*Find it weakest around the midpoint and incongruous of rhyme, but would be starting anew anyway following further historical research; having failed to mention his service in the Kievan Rus anyways.. Personally considering myself to have been quite an idiot additionally, at the time this was written*
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