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Three Sacrifices
A hundred women, maybe more,
Stood gathered there upon the shore Sons and husbands off to war Fathers, brothers too And as they wait they weave a tune An offering to their Goddess Moon If she would grant but this one boon To bring their loved ones home Goddess sings “I hear your cries But 'ere this war is over I must ask three more to die Tho I leave ye to choose” With broken heart and tear filled eyes They mourned and wailed until sunrise But none could bear to break the ties That bind the ones they love Until upon the sacred stone Three women: Maiden Mother Crone Stood and let their names be known And made their sacrifice “My father is an honest man” “My husband is the butcher” “My son he works the vintner's land” All good men are they But if by breathing their last breath To serve Her sacred purpose They spare even one from death Then so mote it be And in a far and war-torn land A captain summons his command “I need three men to make a stand And guard the folk below” “I am a man who tells no lies” “And I have slaughtered cow and swine” “While I have pulled grape from the vine” But soldiers now are we. As they took their spear and shield And marched into the village And took their place upon the field Their minds and hearts were home They thought of daughter, wife and mum They thought of warmth and love at home They thought of things yet left undone They knew their time had come But mourned not for the life they'd leave To spare these people from the grief Of tyrant, killer, despot, thief Then so mote it be Tales are told throughout the land In palace and in village Of three brave men with steady hand That turned the tide of war Still waiting there upon the shore Same hundred women, maybe more, Welcome their men back from war Except those sacred three Who questioned not the will of Moon Ne'er tampered with creation's loom Wept only in their silent room Knowing all was well Then came the Goddess to their dreams To offer them Her solace “All is never as it seems My sisters ye shall be” And took them each into her place To see again their loved ones And gave them each a Heaven's face For all the world to see And now with their ascension earned We see each face within its turn And feel within us passions burn As in days of old So when the Gods ask sacrifice Even if we much think twice Remember they are ever wise And then so mote it be Last edited by tarotwolf; 02-01-2008 at 03:57 AM. |
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Re: Three Sacrifices
Call it coinjcidence... my media player is on Shuffle, and it played Maiden's "Paschendale" when I started reading this poem.
I am struggling slightly to find a deeper meaning to this than meets the eye... who are these 3 sacrifices? Do we know them? Anyway, the poem, and your narrative is really quite well done. There were a couple of flaws that I noticed, but then again, I wouldn't call myself a poet, really, so I don't know what you might make of these: Quote:
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As for the three sacrifices, it was the three woman allowing Goddess to take their men, the father the butcher and the vintner. I'm still not 100% excited about the actual title but it'll have to do for now. As for a deeper meaning, well that's yours to discover. Good hunting Thanks again for reading my humble attempt at poetry. |
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Very well done. I have been reading though poems almost all evening, looking for something to inspire me to write or comment and alas I have found it. Thank you. I agree with what was said before, the use of the different points of view truly adds to the feeling and story of the poem.
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INCREDIBLE! I’m sorry that I missed this write earlier.
My eyes are wide; mouth dropped open and my heart is light. This is truly a SPLENDID post. I rate 5/5!
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Right, I'll keep to the present but just take a glance at the past. Damn, is this poetry?
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