Winds of Woe

August 28, 2012
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Come home, my love, where dost thou tarry so?
West Wind, saw thee him at the mountains tall?
I see as the hawk, fly high as the crow,
This messenger thy man can not recall.
Where art thou, my love? The war has ended.
North Wind, bringst thou word from the frozen north?
To the north, thy man hath not ascended.
This messenger watching, he came not forth.
But perhaps my love shall return no more!
Woeful South Wind, saw’st thou my love dying?
This messenger saw bloody, flaming shores,
And many corpses smoldering lying.
Evil East Wind I dare not ask today,
Oh, for I know death doth my love delay.





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mariahstokes This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Sept. 4, 2012 at 8:07 am
I really like this, this is the first piece of writing I've seen about the Civil War (if I'm correct) written using Shakespearean language 
 
ellemandora replied...
Sept. 4, 2012 at 5:57 pm
Actually, I didn't intend for it to be about the Civil War. It was supposed to be set in Middle Earth, in the Lord of the Rings universe. But now that you mention it, it does fit really well with the Civil War with the South Wind bringing tidings of death and stuff (and also because the mountains are in the west). I never thought about it like that, and I think I actually like it better as being about the Civil War, especially because I like history and that specific topic so much. Tha... (more »)
 
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