I like it. All the lines seem to fit together rather nicely. There isn't really much else to say about it. It's simple, it follows well, it tells a story, and it's concise.

I like it.

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"Miserere di mi." unto him I cried.

Thank you for commenting ^_^ Im glad you liked it, it was so much fun to cut up HWL's poems.

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Wow. A very passionate, war-like poem. The lines that strike me the most are "Here in my Northland/Here I defy thee/I with my spear/Reign I forever!"
They just complete the sensation of the bold warrior's pride and arragance, drunk with the excitement of battle. I especially love the possesiveness and defensiveness of those lines. It brings to mind a warrior on a lone hilltop, surrounded by a sea of enemies as far as the eye can see, the snow stained red except where he stands, and he raises his spear and makes his oath to defend to his final breath the last stretch of pure Northland, his Northland, and with a wild battle cry he plunges into the fray.
..... what? That's what I thought, at least.

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"He had a heart that could have held the empire of the world; and, in the end, he had to content himself with a cellar."

"Oh, well I never, was there ever a cat so clever as Magical Mister Mistofelees?"

Thank you for the wonderful comment! I really appreciate you taking the time to read it, it seems so hard to get comments on deviantART anymore!!!!

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*laughs* I know, right? Maybe we can compromise. I comment on your stuff and you comment on mine.
And you're welcome.

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"He had a heart that could have held the empire of the world; and, in the end, he had to content himself with a cellar."

"Oh, well I never, was there ever a cat so clever as Magical Mister Mistofelees?"

I really enjoyed this! It made the warrior in me shake her spear a little, which would be good before a physical challenge, but she has to settle down for now because it is bedtime where I am.

I liked your source material for this poem. Did you enjoy creating a found poem?

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it's spring when the world is puddle-wonderful

Sounds like a marching cry into battle if i ever heard one!

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"His thoughts tumbled in his head, making and breaking alliances like underpants in a dryer without Cling Free. " Unknown

Nice work, I think this is the only example of a “Cento” found poem that I have seen in this workshop. As you probably know, a cento is a found poem created from other poems. This piece has an “epic” feel which I enjoy and in many ways, reads like a pre-battle song. The imagery is concise and as direct as war itself. Beautiful!

I loved it. How else would you get the chance to cut up such great works without getting in trouble? lol I wasn't even aware this was type of poetry so of course I had to try it!

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