~ Non-Norse Poetry by Others ~

Ante-Silarus

I was barely a boy when they took me;
Drug me from my home, fields of the Maedi.
I was born of the nomad stock of Thrace
And the Nomad still beats within my breast.

I've captured emblems of their tyranny;
The living proof I have no fear in me.
Fasces and aquilas adorn my tent,
And still onward I press without relent.

Though born in chains, I will die unfettered.
I will stand and fight until I'm bettered,
And when my heart sighs its last earthly beat
It shall loose a soul that died on its feet.

They shall take my life, but ne'er name and deeds.
My resilient Will has sown great seeds.
When my spirit is finally cast free
It shall ascend beyond their Aquili.

© Justin Douglas Blackford

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