Wednesday, July 25, 2018
Poem: To Greatness Gone
By: Donovan Baldwin
Are there no longer pens
To dip within that magic ink
From whence once sprang
Adventurers, harlots, philanderers, kings,
So many other noble rogues
Stepped down from dreams,
And tales long past?
Can no poet now recall
The noble, evil foes
As they once were drawn?
Ah, for one, such as The Cardinal,
Who so well understood
The duties and obligations of
A wise and caring enemy.
To dip within that magic ink
From whence once sprang
Adventurers, harlots, philanderers, kings,
So many other noble rogues
Stepped down from dreams,
And tales long past?
Can no poet now recall
The noble, evil foes
As they once were drawn?
Ah, for one, such as The Cardinal,
Who so well understood
The duties and obligations of
A wise and caring enemy.
Labels: Cardinal Richelieu, donovan baldwin, poem, poet, poetry, the cardinal
