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Star Wars Inspired: “Mentor”

Mentor by John Evans Against the shade, Like a golden beacon, You led me through, The perilous night, I embarked on to, Inscribe my name, On destiny’s carven monument- And though I toiled, Hard and long, Often without, A shred of purpose, Your patient hand, Bour my soul, From hell’s tempestuous Odyssey. If in days, Which are to come, Wise ...

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The Vampire

The following poem is dedicated to all those who love fantasy and fear the dark. May you find joy and excitement in these verses. They are for you and all imaginative folk. “The Vampire” By John C Evans Past the churchyard’s dreary lot, Where the sad monks chant their liturgical refrain- Under the gilded bands of a brandished cross, Fixed ...

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The Devil’s Strand, Or The Isle of Ghosts

The Devil’s Strand,Or The Isle of Ghosts By John C. Evans There is an island out there in the fog, Colder than bone, Where the sea salt ends, And the bare rocks shoulder the forgotten tombs, Of Fisher Kings whose likeness has gone out of this world, And into that other realm, No man hath returned from. I have marked ...

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Omen: A Poem Inspired by Middle-Earth

Omen By John C. Evans I have come to the conclusion, There are no paths, Only one swollen river, Whose tributaries lead, To the same old desert, Our father’s called the world, And christened paradise, Over all creation. Here the songs of men cannot grow. They are too coarse for knowing, Their idol’s whimpering decay, Although the shadow perceives, That ...

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The Burial of Guinevere

The Burial of Guinevere by John Evans With spade in hand, And heart in mind, I rend the goodly earth, Bent over double like a toothless beggar, Dressed in my old lord’s male. The harvest moon shines down on me, And those who share my task, Recalling her ghost from heaven’s field, Far above life’s torment. Her body lies near ...

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An Unexpected Surprise

An Unexpected Surprise By John Evans I pick up the crumpled paperback, Hardly legible in the fading lamplight, Beneath a pile of rubbish, In a cheap eclectic bookstore. The room is coated in dust, And I can feel my mind turning, Far from that cramped and narrow place, To the yellow taxi waiting for me outside. Should I buy it? ...

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Muses on a Wooded Hollow

Muses on a Wooded Hollow by John Evans Beneath the tall elm tree where the shadow grows, I sat and pondered in silent distress, Admitting my faults to the wordless hollow, Confessing my mind to a glade of wild grass. No visitor stirred my solemn retreat, Or bothered to mark me on their journey hence, Save the creatures of that ...

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