- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Survivor
Note: You can change font size, font face, and turn on dark mode by clicking the "A" icon tab in the Story Info Box.
You can temporarily switch back to a Classic Literotica® experience during our ongoing public Beta testing. Please consider leaving feedback on issues you experience or suggest improvements.
Click hereSURVIVOR
The last survivor of a noble race,
he looked around him, joyless --
gold and jewels in a sealed fortress,
precious, ancient treasures
in that large stone tower,
built near the sea below a cliff;
waves in front of it, rocks behind.
The last survivor of a noble race,
he knew how war and terror
had closed the door
to all gladness, delight, and living.
He knew that hidden treasure,
heaped high in the tower,
would tarnish and crack.
The last survivor of a noble race,
he alone in the darkness sadly watched
the end of a dynasty.
Gone the harp's bright song;
gone the hawk on its swift wing,
gone the trampling stallion,
their masters hurled to the grave.
- COMMENTS
DawnJalmost 12 years agoAuthorDemure, you read this poem like the pro you are, and saw its connection to "Beowulf". This is a found poem FROM "Beowulf", which I wrote as a model for my students, before they wrote their own. It is based on one of the last digressions in the poem. I wrote a little note to this effect, thinking it would appear at the beginning of the poem, but it hasn't. In fact, I don't know where the note is. I am, however, thrilled that you saw the connection! Bravo!
demure101almost 12 years agoWe're still willing to fight the dragon - but at last we find our heart's not in it any longer; the truly important things do not lie in s claching of arms and amassed treasure. Oh, those collectors...
tazz317almost 12 years agosignifies a waste of time, TK U MLJ LV NV
