I've started following the poems of the guy who calls himself "Enigma" on orkut. Here is a verse that I thought was pretty good.
Halt and harken, O weary stranger
For in observing thee, I have spent many an hour
Anguish on thy face, sweat on thy brow
Panic in thy stride, though in naught, harm or danger
The harvest is done, the lark is singing
Shines brightly the Sun, bringing warmth to thee and me
The morn is fresh, the eve, serene
The church bells from yonder, merrily they be ringing
Stop I shall, O maiden so fair
To speak to thee, and answer thy call
Wandered have I, for many a mile sans rest
And grateful I art, for thy concern and thy care
Restless have I been, for three days past
The nights art sleepless, the days so dark
A moonless eve, three nights from this night
A sweven intense, many hours did it last
Somewhither I stood, in a field so vast
In the midst of a land, unknown to me
Move I could not, howbeit shackles I saw none
For how long I stood, I knew not, alas!
Verily, I did see, a battle unfold
Afore my eyne, twist two armies I knew
Formed ranks in line, tarrying the horn's cry
Warriors at arms, flags gleaming in gold
Sword met sword, steel against steel
Helpless, I beheld, human slaying fellow human
The soil defiled in red, mute witness to the gore
As man and beast lay strewn, alack! the horror I did feel
What purpose did serve the war? To judge who was right?
Meaningless now, whenas no one was left
Save one dying man, to whom I did ask the same
A grave silence was the answer, ere I faded from his sight
Wake up I did, in a cold sweat, the vision in mine eyes
From the dream so real, a bane methinks 'twas
Haunted by the ghosts of past, the hours I tholed
Ringing in mine ears, the lament and cries
Behold the mirror, a ragged face and mane
Aged many a year, in naught but one day
Whencesoever I be walking, forsooth, I know neither
Nor witherward I tread, a wanderer insane
- Enigma
Halt and harken, O weary stranger
For in observing thee, I have spent many an hour
Anguish on thy face, sweat on thy brow
Panic in thy stride, though in naught, harm or danger
The harvest is done, the lark is singing
Shines brightly the Sun, bringing warmth to thee and me
The morn is fresh, the eve, serene
The church bells from yonder, merrily they be ringing
Stop I shall, O maiden so fair
To speak to thee, and answer thy call
Wandered have I, for many a mile sans rest
And grateful I art, for thy concern and thy care
Restless have I been, for three days past
The nights art sleepless, the days so dark
A moonless eve, three nights from this night
A sweven intense, many hours did it last
Somewhither I stood, in a field so vast
In the midst of a land, unknown to me
Move I could not, howbeit shackles I saw none
For how long I stood, I knew not, alas!
Verily, I did see, a battle unfold
Afore my eyne, twist two armies I knew
Formed ranks in line, tarrying the horn's cry
Warriors at arms, flags gleaming in gold
Sword met sword, steel against steel
Helpless, I beheld, human slaying fellow human
The soil defiled in red, mute witness to the gore
As man and beast lay strewn, alack! the horror I did feel
What purpose did serve the war? To judge who was right?
Meaningless now, whenas no one was left
Save one dying man, to whom I did ask the same
A grave silence was the answer, ere I faded from his sight
Wake up I did, in a cold sweat, the vision in mine eyes
From the dream so real, a bane methinks 'twas
Haunted by the ghosts of past, the hours I tholed
Ringing in mine ears, the lament and cries
Behold the mirror, a ragged face and mane
Aged many a year, in naught but one day
Whencesoever I be walking, forsooth, I know neither
Nor witherward I tread, a wanderer insane
- Enigma
