If Brevity be the soul of Wit
The Tedium, be a Bard.
If Verse to time one must limit
The Beauty's face be forever scarred.
When wings have been clipped, can Angels soar?
When Delilah cut, could stone thus be bent?
What presumptuous force dare silence the roar
Of forty days of thund'ring firmament?
Should a week of creation be as an hour
One second would be too much compression
To fit within such blazing power
Each single, delicate, deft expression.
But if swift conclusion you thus entreat
Then silently I will these words repeat.
Written for the Bard of the Mists Competition, September, AS XXXIX (2004).
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