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If It's Trewsday It Must Be Buckland...  by Dreamflower

March 4, 2011 Challenge:

"There would be no one to frighten you if you refused to be afraid."-Ghandi

Write a story or poem or create artwork where the character conquers his or her fears.

A/N:  The following poem is a sestina, a poem in which the same six words are repeated at the end line of every stanza,  with each stanza in a different order; the last stanza has only three lines, and the words are repeated within the lines as well as at the end.

Merry Waits...

I thought that I could know no greater fear
than when I met the captain of dark death,
 whose very presence made me quail and mourn.
They told me that defiance made me brave,
 I only knew I could not fail to act and live,
and through dark despair awoke once more to joy.

Yet not for long could I count as mine such joy.
Once more my heart was caught in breathless fear,
 as my cousin marched away to meet with death.
I tried to hold to hope, and not to mourn
before world's end.  I knew I must be brave,
but if he was lost, how could I stand to live?

Yet beyond all hope we learn the world will live
as Eagles bring us news in songs of joy.
 I was ready then to cast away all fear,
 to put away my constant thoughts of death--
 but doubt still haunts me; I may yet mourn
for those I loved, so valiant and brave.

They'd carried out their tasks. They were so brave;
how could they have succeeded and still live?
My uncertainty can only cloud my joy
 and leave me withering in hopeless fear
 that those I'd sworn to aid are lost in death,
and I alone am left to mourn.

Shall I have all my bitter days to mourn?
Return alone of all my kin? I'm not so brave.
Why should it be given me to live
bereft of any hope of future joy?
I tell myself it's not yet right to fear
when I do not know if they are lost to death.

Yet I find that after all, they've cheated death,
and know that now I shall not always mourn!
I find that it is love that makes me brave,
that friendship is the reason I can live.
My heart is full of gratitude and joy,
and thankfully I cast aside my fear.

They live for now, for now we're done with death.
The day will come to be brave, and then to mourn,
'Till then I will not fear, but dwell in joy!

 





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