Tag: classic

The Law of the Jungle – Poem

NOW this is the Law of the Jungle — as old and as true as the sky; And the Wolf that shall keep it may prosper, but the Wolf that shall break it must die. As the creeper that girdles the tree-trunk the Law…

Golden Horn – Poem

The clouds are bustling The night blast rustling, Sighs are breaking From Grave-hills quaking, The regions were under Thunder. Of the mighty and the daring, The ghosts there muster Stains of war bearing, In their eye star luster. Ye who blind are straying, And…

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