Old English-esque poem


Wrote this yesterday. note the extra “E’s” at the end! looks kinda Germanic  which is technically what old English is.

Old English-esque poem

Inneth they come, through the shippes sail

Unfurling curl the waves a


for too long curl the hande

of gott

as we shall pass

I crowne with joy longe laste

Then comme the light of the gott-spake lamp,

we finde the maste


the waves unfurling curl

and stoppe in theyre trakkes

so far and faste the cry behestte to make a sleep.

Be still, friend of mein,

lie fastley in the greave

for in the darkest hour

finde light of daye.

Copyright Golden Star Poetry

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