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Nov 26
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Dancer

The Brothers Nine

Once upon a sordid time
There lived the brothers nine
In a castle, ivy vined
Each did walk a deadly line.

The first of whom was power wrought
Through blood and war had he been taught.

The second showed his colors true
Rose one day and bid adieu.

The third was a slippery fellow
Hands of thieves and hair of yellow.

The fourth spent his time in books
Cunning for quiet is often mistook.

The fifth had a heart of gold
Mind of strength and eyes of old.

The sixth lived all alone
Striving, striving to atone.

The seventh chose a life of luxe
With selfish heart and vain looks.

The eighth had a dreamer’s soul
Till life’s trials did take their toll.

The ninth was hungry, to his bones
Sought nothing less than power of throne.

For these brothers, numbered nine
Fate had come to break their ties.
Blood is useless, does not bind
When only one can survive.

 
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  1. Geri
    Nov 27, 2021

    I feel like this poem is the perfect set up for a fantasy novel or epic adventure. Really cool!

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  1. Dancer
    Nov 27, 2021

    Yay! That's exactly what I was going for. It was inspired by the soldier poem that Agatha Christie uses to set up And Then There Were None.

    Dancer

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  1. thegreenone
    Dec 01, 2021

    Haven't read a good poem in a while. I think this is one of them.

    no way a male poet?! yes way

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  1. Dancer
    Dec 01, 2021

    Thank you! That’s so sweet.

    Dancer

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