Epic Poem Example- Lesson 2

On Writing, Book 2, Lesson 2

 

Example of an Epic Poem

As taught in Piccarda:
 

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When the world was young, and the gods walked among us Mighty Moros, of visage dark and grim, His domain, the realm of rot and decay, where all life finds it’s twilight, As silent guardian, he stood watch, with powers to rend and tear.
  In forests deep and caverns dark, Moros’s presence loomed, Where shadows dance and mushrooms glow, lurked fate’s foreboding, Great Moros holds the key to edges of life’s thread fray, A solemn figure, he watched, as kingdoms rose though decay.
  His touch a winter’s chill, a silent creeping frost, Turning ripe fields barren, and dreams turn to dust, Yet in his shadowed realm, there lay a purpose, a cosmic plan, For it is only in the bed of decay that new life can take root.
  But Moros’s presence stirred unease among their sibling gods, They could see naught but darkness in the realm he ruled and loved, They whispered tales of doom and woe, of curses most vile and the deepest despair, Yet Moros was unmoved, his duty he would attend.
  A mortal prince thought to defy fate, He sought to challenge Moros’s might, For in his heart, the prince held a dream, to halt the march of time, To stop the people from growing old, to make eternity their prime.
  But Moros, saw through the prince’s scheme, In his wisdom he knew the mortals folly, With a heavy heart, he quelled the prince, For in the cycle of life and death, all must face their final rest.
  Though the gods are immune to the passage of time’s hand, Moros, too, felt the weight of fate’s unyielding demand, He would oversee the kingdom of rot and decay, For the sake of all that comes after.
  And so the legend goes of Great Moros, guardian of change, His realm shrouded in darkness, Take heed of Moros’s touch, its promise of renewal, After all thought of life has passed.