unrepentant prodigal Ethelbert

You have milked the haggard brides
Dwelled in the secrets of you sons' wives
Betrothed to the curses of your kinsmen
On the altar of pride and waywardness.



Howbeit that you cling to this lust.
Cursed conception of bastar
What glory lies in the gains of unholy.
Howbeit thee walk the fields boldly.



You leave roaches on this foundation
Built on the trust of bloodied men
With the tomorrow of child care
Hoist the white flag while time pleads.

would be posting poems here but I need to know your thoughts and views... your criticism of course constructive ones are highly welcomed,