TyjaRae Guy

Rookie (December 4 1988 / Toronto / Ontario)

Death The Leveller - Poem by TyjaRae Guy

The glories of our blood and state Are shadows,
not substantial things; There is no armour against Fate;
Death lays his icy hand on kings: Sceptre and crown
Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made
With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
Some men with swords may reap the field,
And plant fresh laurels where they kill;
But their strong nerves at last must yield;
They tame but one another still: Early or late
They stoop to fate, And must give up their
murmuring breath When they, pale captives, creep
to death. The garlands wither on your brow;
Then boast no more your mighty deeds!
Upon Death's purple altar now See where the victor-victim
bleeds. Your heads must come To the cold tomb:
Only the actions of the just Smell sweet and blossom in their dust.

Comments about Death The Leveller by TyjaRae Guy

  • (5/30/2007 11:40:00 AM)

    Nice poem. I'm sure James Shirley would think so as well. You know, seeing as how he wrote it and all. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 29, 2006

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