Wednesday, July 14, 2010

Sonnet XII "Seven Cities"

The tools of gods now long forgot
Found manifest in mortal man,
At first a few with power not,
Then more in less, the chosen clan.
These seven lords each found a place:
Great cities of a bygone age.
To keep these lands took strength and grace;
Each took a role. The first a sage,
The next a demon's visage chose,
One ruled by friendly politic,
A Northern Warlord soon arose,
A ruler more won minds by trick,
One held her lannd in misty veil,
And sole the last hoped to prevail.

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