Posted in Creative Writing, Poetry, Writing

Tithe

By Scott Bailey © 2015

This is my tithe
The part of my life
That I give to my lord
To survive

My uses are his
My flesh and my blood
So I am here
On this field

Shoulder to shoulder
With my fellow men
Shields edge to edge
Spears raised

For the right to go on
Feed my wife and my son
To stave hunger away
One more year

Death faces us down
With it’s bloodstained gown
As the line ahead draws
Ever closer

The enemy jeers
Clashing their spears
Moving their wall
Close to ours

And I see in their eyes
They are bound by their tithes
To kill for their lord
Just like me

www.scottandrewbailey.uk

Posted in Creative Writing, Poetry, Writing

Tithe

By Scott Bailey © 2015

 

This is my tithe
The part of my life
That I give to my lord
To survive

My uses are his
My flesh and my blood
So I am here
On this field

Shoulder to shoulder
With my fellow men
Shields edge to edge
Spears raised

For the right to go on
Feed my wife and my son
To stave hunger away
One more year

Death faces us down
With it’s bloodstained gown
As the line ahead draws
Ever closer

The enemy jeers
Clashing their spears
Moving their wall
Close to ours

And I see in their eyes
They are bound by their tithes
To kill for their lord
Just like me

www.scottandrewbailey.uk

Posted in Creative Writing, Poetry, Writing

Tithe

By Scott Bailey © 2015

 

This is my tithe
The part of my life
That I give to my lord
To survive

My uses are his
My flesh and my blood
So I am here
On this field

Shoulder to shoulder
With my fellow men
Shields edge to edge
Spears raised

For the right to go on
Feed my wife and my son
To stave hunger away
One more year

Death faces us down
With it’s bloodstained gown
As the line ahead draws
Ever closer

The enemy jeers
Clashing their spears
Moving their wall
Close to ours

And I see in their eyes
They are bound by their tithes
To kill for their lord
Just like me

 

Posted in General, Poem a Day Challenge, Poetry, Writing

Poem a day challenge #232 (Golden Waves)

Golden Waves

By Scott Bailey © 2014

Waves of gold crash onto the shore
Bringing fire and steel and songs and roars
Colour and light bleed into the dark
Writing new borders,new Gods, new laws

Times of war and the shining axe
The pagan, the warrior, the thegn
The land divided up once more
Darkness was here again

Lost the marble luxuries
Returned to hall and hearth
Here began the journey
Of these words winding path

And here were born the names
That linger down through time
That give us all identity
Born from conquests crime

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