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Gothic Era

Contributed by sinned on Monday, 18th April 2005 @ 11:35:14 AM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry



Gaul in the dreary years
Under Roman rule if even that was possible
An unruly people
Enjoyment was Christian suffering torturing and tears
Then Domitlanus was Emperor of Rome
His Roman leagons even unable to control
The Gauls a gothic unruly endouging in self pleasures no fear of gods
Despising the Christain developed
selfpleasing cruelity
Pleas were heard at the seat of Peter
My Lord my God
"Why have You forsaken us"
Then Pope Fabian announced a Bishop
Denis take a priest and deacon and go to Gaul
Speak the Word The Good News for all
Spread His Gospel
Denis you are herefore Bishop of Paris
Praise be to Our Lord
Stand firm in your faith "Believe"
Decius then the Roman govenor of Paris
For the sake of power he was delearious
Bishop Denis chose two trusted friends
A priest Rusticus
A deacon Eleutheius
Their faith in Jesus our God was precious
They set off with the morning sun
Filled with the love of the Spirit
Within two weeks time they reached Paris
It was raining tears of martyrs
They hesitated not one day,but set out preaching
The Lord the faithful praise
Stering love of God
Fearful Christians became brave
inturn spreading good
"Love one another became the Word"
Govenor Decius
Supicious
Fearful of the powers of the Emperor of Rome
He devised hidious tortures
Arresting many Christians
The tortures began
Denis usticus and Eleutheuis were arrested
Ordered to renounce their faith
"Ceaser is our god"
They all refused over and over
They were imprisoned scourged racked
Put before wild beast cheered and jeered
Finally put to the fire stake to maim but not to death
The three would not give in
"Jesus is Lord"
He gives us life
In exasperation the govenor ordered them aken to the top of Butte Montmartre
"Mount of Martyrs"
The soliders could not wait
Death is your fate
Whipped beaten again and again
"For your God you suffer this pain"
Hands tightly bound
Ordered to lean and bend
Swords drawn
The priest and deacon were beheaded
Blood flowed like rubies in the sun
Bishop Denis then offered himself
Showing no fear
Standing a sword swooshed off his head
Denis bent over picking up his head crattled in his arms
He walked guided by an angel back to town
Past trees and flowers in glourious bloom
Denis walked to where he chose to be buried
Amoung the people of Pariee
A small shrine was soon erected
A Gotic bastica now stands there today
In the honor of my saint sake Denis

Sinned













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Re: Gothic Era (User Rating: 1 )
by Essentially9 on Wednesday, 25th May 2005 @ 10:28:06 PM AEST
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this was more of a story than a poem. you explain who everyone is and you explain how they are. your tone was storylike. it seemed like you didnt try to make this a poem at all. "Blood flowed like rubies in the sun" this line was amazing, but also one of the only lines that seemed poetic in this. much of this can be slashed out because much of this doesnt really affect the poems main story. i am one that believes that if the poem can do without lines, then no point in having them. each line should have its own story. its own feeling to offer. with too many lines, the lines lose that life that they would have had other wise. your message in this is easily overlooked in the poem, and i think that it is a message that should shine in neon. your ending is one that shows the purpose of such a message, but if the reader missed the message before, they wonder what was the point of the entire poem. this poem needs some editing to be more poetic and to have that message shine in neon for it to truely be a great poem, and i know you have the talent to make it such.


Re: Gothic Era (User Rating: 1 )
by flamingblade on Sunday, 9th September 2007 @ 10:06:39 AM AEST
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i think it's a very good description of that time period
and poetry is meant to sound kind of like a story in prose
YOU DID GOOD
Flamingblade




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