#hardygal writes poetry
A story-based poem I wrote for… I think it was actually history class(?) in either my last or second to last year of high school
I speak to the beast who keeps me,
Who seeks and destroys all fair things—
This wretched dog has tired of fighting
And only begs for Freedom’s Wings.
A falcon handsome, swift and strong,
Bringing pride to his lord and king,
Now lies broken, spirit failing,
Caged heart crying for Freedom’s Wings.
A Roman man of loyal heart,
With glory for his land to bring,
Is now no more, his vows forgotten
When all he wants are Freedom’s Wings.
A poet of fair prose and verse;
Her voice throughout the land would ring.
But hard abuse has silenced her,
She only cries for Freedom’s Wings.
This falcon has no king to serve,
This poet’s sung all songs to sing,
This Roman’s loyalty is gone,
And all desire Freedom’s Wings.
These things I am, yet am no more—
To dignity I cannot cling.
A wretch, I come before you, lord,
Begging for dear Freedom’s Wings.
