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His Hall

Contributed by MisfitMe on Monday, 20th November 2006 @ 07:08:38 PM in AEST
Topic: StoryPoetry




While deep in thought his powerful hand stroked~

the length of silver hair grown from his chin

In his other was held a pipe from smoked~

that at last he had lit, near ready to begin...


Sitting before the halls great fireplace~

in which a dozen grown men could stand unbent

Finally to his audience he turned his face~

as a servant tending the flames, came & went...


His favorite hound lay well fed at his feet~

while others in the rushes still search for scraps

On benches & floors the men had taken seats~

with both women & children held in their laps...


Their upturned faces & expectant eyes~

had all on himself come to rest

This man in which their faith had come to lie~

having never been by their enemys best...


To be continued...






Copyright © MisfitMe ... [ 2006-11-20 19:08:38]
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Re: His Hall (User Rating: 1 )
by doug on Tuesday, 21st November 2006 @ 08:47:32 AM AEST
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You have my interest once again.
I think I will have to come back for
the next one to see where this is
going. Take care , Truly , Doug


Re: His Hall (User Rating: 1 )
by deadheadpoet on Tuesday, 21st November 2006 @ 11:00:01 AM AEST
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Your writing sucks me deeply in. I felt as if I were there, anticipating what indeed was going to happen next. I will have to wait huh? along with the rest.
Peace and hugs,
Laura


Re: His Hall (User Rating: 1 )
by Eternal_Dreamer on Tuesday, 21st November 2006 @ 07:33:01 PM AEST
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My you are so good do you know that?. You can keep your reader captivated from the beginning to the end of your writes. I thoroughly enjoyed this. Awaiting the continuation of this~
warm hugs,
sue m




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