The Red Lord

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I am the High Lord,

Red is my colour,

Hatred my word,

I have no honour.

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I am the red Lord

Sweet is the song of blood

Quick is my sword

Slaughter, massacre and flood

Are my trade.

To no end,

Mercy you bade.

I am the last fiend.

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Terror is your fate

Carnage my reward.

Death scribbled on your slate,

I am the War Lord.

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Now you know why I don’t – normally – dabble in poetry. πŸ˜‰ Too difficult.

This is an old, very old, sketch. 40 years old actually. I was then experimenting with a Rotring. Pencil and ink, “ligne claire”. No shadows. As I have taken drawing and painting again, I decided to re-take the sketch, put a background and have another go at perspective. Almost made it. There is a small mistake over the war Lord’s right shoulder. Will do better next time. πŸ™‚

And the poem? The words came almost naturally when I decided to paint in red: this was a War Lord. Some rhymes came out easy: “Lord”, “Sword”. For others, I found tools on Internet that list rhymes to just any word. Hehe!

Until next time… be good. Or bad if such is your fancy.

 

74 thoughts on “The Red Lord

      • Hello Equinoxio. I am getting better. I was wrecked this morning. I couldn’t move and the pain was really high , the meds were not seeming to help. They told me the next day or two could be bad. They were right about today. However it should be fine in the morning and get really good for a while. I think part of the problem was with all the steroids I couldn’t get sleepy and stayed up until after 1 AM. So I think I sat too long and stressed the back already bad from the shots. Tomorrow will be a shiny new better day. How is everything for you? Hugs

      • Patience Scottie. AND, remember basic movements I’m sure they taught. How to turn on your side before getting out of bed. Don’t sit for too long. Get up and walk a few steps. And sleep sideways with a pillow between your knees. The latter has helped me a lot. Be good.

  1. You’re surely being disingenuous, nothing wrong with those lines and enjoyed the drawings, I remember rotring πŸ™‚ now get to work on some lines πŸ™‚

  2. I think you are an amazing poet. Thank you for taking me through your creative process. I was unable to detect anything but perfection in the finished piece. Looking forward to more.

    • Thank you Susan. Glad you liked both. Actually I was surprised this sketch had so much hidden inside for 40 years. πŸ˜‰
      (And I still don’t know what’s behind the closed door at the end of the corridor) πŸ™‚

  3. I’m lost when it comes to poetry, too. Would never even attempt to write it. Yours has heart and a bit of quirkiness, so it’s all good. πŸ™‚ I Love how you mingled the words with the stages of coloring. Very clever, mon fils. Sois sage. Biz.

    • The words were to be mixed with the stages. And this is probably the first and last poem I will write. It is a genre I don’t feel well. I can do fiction or non-fiction (got paid for that for 30 years. Market research) but I don’t get the rhythm of poetry. Now Rimbaud or Verlaine…
      Biz back.

  4. Wonderful, declamatory lines. The words are not only red, they are the shade of red you selected. The colour of extremes, all sides of passion, and anger. We are not surprised its symbolism comes from the primal element of fire and essential nature of blood.

    • You’re only too kind. Flaubert comes to my mind (god forbid I should compare myself to him!). Once he’d written a text he’d to go to his “gueuloir”, shouting room, where he would read the text out loud. Shouting. Any line that would not pass the shouting text. πŸ™‚
      Think of Macbeth’s “Tomorrow and tomorrow…” It should be said in all tones. Loud. And fast. And slow, and almost a whisper, and loud again.
      Happy weekend Libre.

    • Thank you. The rhyme is the reason I don’t do poetry. I’ve never been good at rhymes, and I like rhymes, gives rhythm. Let’s say this one was a fun challenge.
      Be good.

    • Haha! Thank you. And you’re right, the High Lord is his name. Strangely enough he had no name for 40 years, until I dragged it from a drawer and added dΓ©cor and colour. But the name came rushing to my head. Working on another Buddha right now. Stay “tuned”.
      Au revoir. (How do you say that in Hindi? I know how to say: Djaldi ao, come back soon?)

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