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Originally Posted by crich70
Thanks caleb72. Actually the idea of Epic Poetry goes way back in history. The Epic of Gilgamesh is epic poetry for example. Wikipedia defines it as
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Ah so I didn't just make it up. I thought I might have because I'm not great on poetry terminology in general.
As an angsty teen I wrote so much poetry, but I never took any time to really learn much about it and although I studied literature, I can't recall much of the technicalities that we learned.
Anyway, found my narrative poem. I attempted to improve on it a little, but what it really needs is a dozen more stanzas and a rework of the existing stanzas. I think I was 16 or 17 when I originally wrote this although the exact time is lost forever.
BEOWULF
The heated air was blasting
Through the tangled shreds of hair
That sat upon the thick skull
And whipped throughout the lair.
Around a hundred years of rest
Had changed its appearance well
But now it was time for thunder
As it slowly rose from Hell.
Up its claw was lifted
And the wind increased to raging
And its shrieks brought all hell's fury
And foul spirits it was paging.
A flash of lightening
A roll of thunder
The gale ascending
A sound from under.
Then from a distance
Broke a ray of light
That cut straight through the darkness
And set it burning bright.
The beast it howled in madness
And again the wind increased
But the lightning stopped together
With the thunder that had ceased.
The light began to flicker
And fade in part as well
But it did not dare to yield
To this raging hound of Hell.
The beast began to stagger
And claw itself with dread
But the light would show no mercy
And the creature was soon dead.
Regards
Caleb