Current Mood: confused

Entry tags:

chaucerian roundel

no little detail

our proper way is barred by a strange folk
their eyes are wild and voices are not calm
we take their angry wailings for a psalm

they stop our progress with a single stroke
we thought that we would once more bear the palm
our proper way is barred by a strange folk

we have no choice but bend beneath the yoke
to take what's caustic for a soothing balm
in face of terror not to show alarm
our proper way is barred by a strange folk

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