Date: Mon, 4 Nov 1996 00:56:46 -0800 (PST) From: 'Sir Brand' GregRobin Smith Subject: "On Death" (Dramatic Sonnet) In any war, there is Loss. Some accept this, some fight Loss with their being. This poem (done in Shakespearean Sonnet form) speaks of the pain felt by one who lives, for their love who lives no more, except in her soul. ------------------------------------------------------------ "On Death" "Stay away, You vile and foul-stenched monster! Hie thee from this place for quite a while more! No cold and bloodless hand shall clasp, nor stir This form of peaceful beauty though my door! By spells, signs, amulets, dances and chants, I shall beat You back, bloody Your knuckles! Bring to force any mass I can incant From Heaven to most ambivalent Hell! Spring thee? I shall put Thee down. Clamor Thee? I shall rouse even louder; Raving rant I shall banshee Thy ears and senses, free Of mortal bounds, till Thy power is spent! He'll not be taken from me! By my oath I'll fight Thee 'til my death... then take Ye both." ----------------------------------------------------- (Archive: From "The Court of Kings" 70 Sonnets of Love and Tribute by Brand McLiam (GregRobin Smith) (c) copyright 1991. --Web Page for "Poems that Make sense" & email address for Sir Brand-- http://weber.u.washington.edu/~sirbrand/ email: sirbrand@u.washington.edu All works copyright (c) 1995, 1996 by GregRobin Smith. Permission given to re-email and print personal copies. Permission to publish or perform must be arranged.