The conquerors looked around
At all their ashen mess
They stood there all quite silently
Not one to call them blessed
And from the ashes came the wail:
"We conquered our brothers, our sisters, our selves
We conquered our conscience and in our hearts delved
A dark little ship without oar or sail
For Acheron, Phlegethon, Cocytus and Styx
And most of all Lethe!
To memories nix."
welcome,
ReplyDeletewhat a lovely and powerful entry.
bless all.
Happy Rally.
Vivid writing. I enjoyed this!
ReplyDelete"To memories nix." It's a powerful poem. Terrific.
ReplyDeleteLike the image of a dark ship without oars or sail--without those it's just driftwood :)
ReplyDeleteThe conquest can sometimes leave us empty.
ReplyDeleteHow sad your words are.
ReplyDeleteNice allusion to Lethe. That's always been a favorite idea; a favorite place in literature. I like the way you used it.
ReplyDeleteSuch powerful poem, really caught my attention from the first line, loved it.
ReplyDeleteI like the dark ship. It leaves me with the sense of lost ways.
ReplyDeletedream imagery.
ReplyDeleteHello,
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