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Rovers of the Red River
Run, my Rover, toward the river red,
To where the weary wanders tread.
Black battlers buried in begotten fasting
Singing sorrowful songs for their passing.
Here listen for the Lark’s Lament
Of one Wanderer whose will was bent
When he heard the howling hounds of Hell,
Tracing the trail of a tender Thestral.
Tracking them over the titian tides
Fawk found the foundling, felled, but alive.
Racing round, the rover looked in time
To see the Thestral look to him with pride
“Thou trek to this, the thistled throne,
But be beseeched by buried bone.”
She spoke such so then she was gone,
Leaving the Lark to sing this legend’s song.
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Comments
Virangelus Says:
You are very good with your rhymes, you're talented indeed. These are my critiques:
Hmmm, well first off, Thestral is ONLY from the Harry Potter series, they are not a legendary beast outside of those novels. Harpies, Screechowls, Reapers, those would probably be good in place of Thestral unless you specifically wanted this to be associated with Harry Potter.
But I think you're better then that, better than playing in the universe of Harry Potter, you're a damn good writer and this poem can stand on its own well without a Thestral. If you're looking for something that rhymes with Hell in the second stanza, we have Bell, Spell, Sell, Well... lots of words that and you can find them at rhymezone.com if you don't already know about it.
Oh and in first stanza, last line, I think it woudl sound better if the line was "Singing sorrowful songs >of< their passing."