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Creative Writing

Poem
The Hamlet Song

With boundless Happiness


Until the Dawn.
With Feeling Endless like a
stream
That poured down from the
Hearts that know no fear

1.
Far off in a tiny hamlet
Where the Sun rose and set

For the one who that ruled


them
Had now been left in the
Palace Gate

Today the trumpets blowed


and beat

To know his last fate.

With joyful chorus of victory


unseen

Laugh or Cry?

Happy campers ran up and


down
Shouting and crying
A message so bliss

Hell or Heaven?

The villagers least bothered of


his loss
Drank and ate and feasted
Upon this joyful moment.

Of a Freedom which they had


no glimpse.
3.
2.
The bells of the kirk rang
And the village scouts sang
To a tune of their own

For 50 years, he ruled the


land
With no sympathy in him,
No water of love on subjects
he poured

No warth of heart he felt.


A Man or Beast?

5.

The villagers felt.

Till one day, when the doom

His heart was hard as a rock.

Of the ruthless king was fixed.

No axemans axe could drive


through him,

No creature in the wild lived


foreer

Nor a magicians wand could


make it wet.

No man in the world ruled


foreer.

4.

This ruthless soul who forgot

One, two and three the


villagers

This truth

Count, as years of tyranny


pass
No happy year did the
villagers know
No happy harvest the fields
eer see
The Nightingle that sang a
song
So merry and so gay
On every summer may
Was shunned and Instead
Sang on every funerals

For the poison


That caught his brain.
Went by a riverside
To fix his flag upon the
enemyside.
He slowly marched into the
Flowing stream.
With every step towards his
glory.
With soldiers like flock of
ducklings
Marched behind him.

And on every raids


A song so dismal and so dour.

6.

The rivr croc that drank the

The king

Blood and tears

For he left his big dinner thing

Of whose heads were chopped


and

And swam to his world.

Drowned to death,

The villagers have a message


to say

Grew furious and more


furious.

He who wepth on the death


of others

For the law of nature ought to


be followed

Have others wepth on his


death,

That a kin loves a kin.

He who joys on the death of


his fellow kin

Be it a king or a wild.
He made his mark on the
ruthless soul
And with swift jumped upon
the rocky heart.
He tore the tor apar.
The soldier who witnessed this
horrid sight
Said that crocodile too disliked

Have the clans joy on his


death.

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