Hour Fifteen

some kind of ancient myth. The myth can be from any cultural background or origin, but I am not interested in modern myths. The older the better.

The poem can go into the details of the myth and be a retelling of sorts, or it can just borrow a mythic element and place it the modern world. The details are entirely up to you.


By Patricia Harris


Forgotten Beauty

Warrior strong,

Because of parentage

Not allowed to belong.


Half in darkness

Death at her side,

Half in light,

Not allowed to have pride.

Forced into exile to hide.


Royal twice,

Strong and  quasi sane,

Watch the dead

Her occupation became.

As her own kin

Could not stand

Her to be a warrior

In any more than name.

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