A time not so long ago
New age explorers
Never satisfied and
Intrepid in their
Villainous machinations
Envisioned adventures even as
Requiem bells tolled
Sailing forth endeavored
Across uncharted seas
Remembered today with a champion’s glory
Yet in second they arrived, the winners unheralded
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Written for the ANNIVERSARY challenge:
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Matthew J. Fromm
Full-time nerd, history enthusiast, and proprietor of arcane knowledge.
Here there be dragons, knights, castles, and quests (plus the occasional dose of absurdity).
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Comments (4)
Nice direction you took this in. And I learned a new word (unheralded). It's amazing how one word can impact the thoughts of the where this was leading.
I love when poetry has structure and impact! It's not easily achieved, and is truly a beautiful thing! LOVED this!
I also didn’t notice the acrostic at first! Subtlety achieved! Some great word choice and a cool concept to work off an annual observation
Fantastic, I completely didn't realise it was an acrostic until the end. Sublime work, friend.