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The Epic of Lions

By the cunning of a hero,
For the immortal
A harsh twist twas the life
oft harsh twas the death
By the heart he was burnt

Blessed ever is the profited hero
Born prepared and guides so he is
Bow to his bidding and bring him their tribute
Bloody was his blade as war itself was given to it

From that birth is their sacred freedom, yet how does one act with power without that guide and knowing hand?

Famed was he the Red Lion, a wonderer, a vagabond, a hero with his axe.
Far beyond any hopes or hesitation he charged into battle, a bloody crest of gore blessing his brow by the gods.
Fire and fear dressed his armor the Red Lion for so blessed were the gods with his acts he broke his fate.


After aught half his life the Red Lion gifted the battle field with his presence to the god-king Narmer
So blessing were his battles that Horus dressed his wounds and wound his flesh and magic
Till stood The Green of Lions, a brother long lost, Asim, in his war rage the Red Lion stood firm over friend and foe
For that he was the target of many a plot, yet never once stopped, never once faltered.


Oft is it asked how one is to handle their powers, their strength, yet never twas the Red Lion until that day
Of the blessing for his power Gab took his fabled brother into her falling embrace, a twin lost to the tides.
Obdurate, subdued, without knowledge the Red Lions swung his hash blessed blade at his own kin, a power.
Obligation, for his saviours the green lion held his arm, Being both the first and last to slow the Red.


By bloody Meadows, the two fight, twins in both power and death they were gifted by the god Osiris
Balful were the green lions guardians for to halt the charge of red lions they had brought their own
Bane was the green for the red could not charge, in his battle rage he could still not harm the green
Bloody was the battle for in this charge the war was put to a halt, for not a warrior stood in the waves of death
By the blood they fell, by the hearth they could not kill without death, and to be free of war they fell gladly.



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I hope you liked it and if you do, LIKE it, this is my second attempt at an epic, an epic poem is complicated, is requires everything be a mass of symbolism, while at the same time being a solid story. Each epitaph has to mean something, flow, and be....quotable. So if anyone has ever written one before I ask for detailed input, these things are hard.

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Gummy
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Gummy wrote a review · Sun Dec 29, 2013 11:56 pm

I really like this poem, so I'll give it a like once I'm done with this review. I like what you did with the font, first of all. Really enhances the effect and makes it a lot more appealing to the eye. I noticed you mentioned the god Osiris in this piece. Nice allusion to Egyptian mythology!

Anyway, I'm glad you decided to share this piece with us! I expect to read a lot more from you in the near future! As always, take care, and have fun! Remember: Practice is key!

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Mystique
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that was simply brilliant!!!! i loved the narration, i loved the egyptian references!! "bloody was his blade as war itself was given to it", "twins in both power and death" you've chosen the right words every time, one can totally imagine the scene. continue writing!! especially such war poems, you've got the gift

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GreenTulip
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This si a very well one poem. I love the fact that is uses the Old English instead of using the current english styles. it creates a more unique flow. It is the one thing that caught my attention. The use of the owrds help to imagine the poem in greater detail as if it were happening the time period itself. I loved the poem, it was great. The word choice throughout the entire poem, was marvelous, and it helped create the perfect tone of this poem.



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