Theme is: War as a game.
Done for English homework…Again, why waste it?
I actually posted this up before but it was doing horribly unwell so I took it down and improved it.
What happened if Titania was in the war in the beginning scene? This is a poem from one Titanian axman point of view.
Jumping Jacks
They roll the dice
Too many a time;
Before born eyes open
And elderly eyes sweep,
To when father figures cheer on, proudly-
And mothers do weep.
This is the tale sprung
During Titania's Eternal sleep.
But the players say-"don't worry,
I'll be fine, we'll do the same
Thing next year-same date,
Same time.
Worry not; it is not just for you,
Now pucker up and stay strong
And remember, Heaven's far along
The Snake Ladder."
For the glory of home and King!
These players pick up their axes to swing.
But for glory, or for King?
Ahh! But what to miss!
The streets, the ale, Titanian Gold,
Family, and the young wheat-haired lass to behold!
Odette will not let our bones be gnawed forever,
If we stay strong and withstand such frightful foes!
A loser may live, but a man no longer lives in him,
Tis hard to believe
But still truth to be told.
Nay. Don't turn your ear,
But turn into the ax warrior
And prepare for what was foretold!
And yet the air
Slams still
When your trumpet is called,
As the valkyies drop in
To gain Odin's haul,
As the last man standing
Faces final role call.
Who was that?
Fighting so valiantly?
I now have no eyes to see but I did beheld
A woman so noble,
With a golden crown that put our gold to flight,
Fighting so perfectly,
With indignation and right.
I quote Romeo, "I never saw true beauty till this night,"
What is this bird's name?
With wings off the MidSkaar Bird,
Her poise, her manner
Are all so inexplicitly timid
I have half a mind to call her a child warrior.
But we know their names, and their King.
Tis the valkayies. Odin's Women.
And, it must be death approaching, but I see a man!
So dark and sinister I yearn to cry out to the Women Bird.
He watches her.
As the remains of the days
Flow on by,
As real as the sweet scent of paradise.
As the last gamer falls down, cold-
As triumphant as Odin of his throne of Gold.
Why, rare and singular this game
Is!
Not found anywhere, but in Man!
Played on the chest board
Of No-Man's Land.
And everyman must say.
"No-no this is the long-awaited call,
But did I ever stop and wonder
That it would also be my Fall?"
Yes, the hand every man must lend,
When standing alone at World's End.
Hope you enjoyed!