Song of the Resurrected
Death! What Death! , I have no Death
Depths eternal break I rise.
Wings of vice so black as night,
A thunderous blow that comes removes.
Pillar broke so springs the man-lion,
He drinks the blood, so warm of the evil.
Shouts, so dances Godess of Strength,
She kills the vice and bathes in blood.
Breaks to pieces face of earth,
By a thunder that's untold.
So whistles a tempest hot,
Oh that's sure Oh sure of doom.
Rules a man then know no end,
With sceptre, throne and all adorned.
Death! What Death! I have no Death,
Depths eternal break I rise.
The mount a mushroom on his finger tips,
So smiles the man so great so good.
His shell a turtle huge makes so hard,
To fix the churn to churn for nectar ,
An ocean that's of milk.
Burns the soldier-sage of blood,
An ocean he made of blood of the evil.
Shouts the greatest as a thunder,
Oh he made the death-God cinder.
Woes of earth removed on a touch,
Touch of his fingers, so he rules.
Death! Oh Death! I have no Death,
Depths eternal break I rise.
Wakes the one who flowed the water of success,
To masses through channels countless he made.
Sprouts a bud, a hint of crores,
And crores and crores of longing sprouts.
As pondering star to earth and skies,
Lighs a lamp so bright untold.
Tides of a lute-tune grace and nice,
Sounds in mind as song of life.
Death! what Death! I have no Death,
Depth eternal break I rise.
On his lance ends the knight,
The fire-eyed dragon of the night.
And still the roars and roars for long,
Of his fire that has no end.
Laughs the child, out he kicked,
The venom, killing, sure of the lords.
Roars the man, he drove them out,
All the vices from his shrine.
Death! What Death! I have no Death,
Depth eternal break I rise.
Blow the bellows my 'self' so strong,
A new earth, new skies today I make.
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Submitted on May 01, 2011
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Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 1,727 |
Words | 340 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 51 |
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