Underlands
Drips of dank water echoed as they dropped
Into bottomless pools they constantly plopped
Speckles of light shone in through the rocks
Weathered by years of storm ravaged knocks
Damp moss carpeted the cavern’s floor
Edged by rust-eaten cages with broken doors
Prisoners shackled so they could not walk free
Not that there’s a way out to see
Food falls through from a chute above
Bones and leftovers unlovingly shoved
Discarded, wasted, by uncaring hands
To the dwellers of these dark Underlands
No guards visit so there is no escape
And heavy chains drag and clank and scrape
But where there’s a chain there is one weak link
One found by a prisoner permitted to think
And remember, all previous parts are now included in my Storylines Menu, if you’d like to read the epic so far!
Truly epic… a hint of the old Longfellow about it 🙂
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Is it bad to have never heard of Longfellow? I’ve run a quick Google search and found a poet, but I haven’t read any further.
Thanks, Chris… I’m happy you are seeing something in my epic tale! 🙂
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Not at all. I’ve not read him, but something about the rhyme somehow chimed with me…
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There’s probably a mix of styles in my cobbled together words, so that may ring a few bells somewhere. Deliberately written that way, of course! 😊😉
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Kind of horrific to think of caged prisoners in a cavern with no way out…
Blessed Be!
Prenin.
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These epics are like that in places, Prenin.
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Aha! Sometimes a weak link is a good thing… 🙂
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Oh yes, Diane, in this case. I think!
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