POETS CORNER "Dawn By The Northern Rose"

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Dawn
Twenty years gone
but the memory is still strong.
Love and hate
such opposition.
A dwindled coven,
A Homeric poem.
Failing friendship
fair and fine.
Two masters alike
divided through emotion
combined by illusion.
Instructed by a God
to slaughter one another.
Question crowded their mind
but disrespectful they would not be.
Troy. Dawn.
Their swords were drawn.
Sweat on brows,
fear in hearts,
they met in the middle
and pointed to one another’s heart.
In an instant, they were gone,   
two men with no qualms.
Tricked by an image,
they had seen at dawn.


By The Northern Rose

Comments

  1. Unknown9 April 2019 at 20:09

    very thought provoking verse

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  2. Unknown13 August 2019 at 03:30

    Love and hate - sometimes the same thing, as opposed to apathy.

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  3. Unknown16 January 2020 at 17:19

    When love and hate are so the same thing also.

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