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    To Sing Atlantis
    To Sing Atlantis
    To Sing Atlantis
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    To Sing Atlantis

    By Alfred D. Byrd

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    Lost lands, dreams, and those who walk between them are the topics of eleven poems of fantasy and horror that explore worlds that we might see with eyes set free from the bonds of the everyday. Four poems speak of Plato's lost continent, of its fall, and of its fate at the hands of judgmental gods. Other poems speak of the deceptiveness of the gods, of the determination of wanderers, and of the courage of those who fight against the fall of final darkness. The last two poems pay homage to great poets of imagination: William Butler Yeats and H. P. Lovecraft. Follow where they lead. Leave land's safety and set sail on misty argosies of dream.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherAlfred D. Byrd
    Release dateApr 20, 2016
    ISBN9781311344823
    To Sing Atlantis
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    Alfred D. Byrd

    I'm a graduate of Hazel Park High School, Hazel Park MI, and I've earned a B. S. in Medical Technology at Michigan State University and an M. S. in Microbiology at the University of Kentucky.My interests are Christian theology and history, Civil War history, science fiction, and fantasy. I've published a number of works, in prose or in epic verse, on these subjects.A number of my works are available from Amazon and other major on-line book distributors. I've also sold four short stories or novellas to science fiction or fantasy anthologies.

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      To Sing Atlantis - Alfred D. Byrd

      TO SING ATLANTIS

      Alfred D. Byrd

      Copyright © 2016 Alfred D. Byrd

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      Table of Contents

      ATLANTIS

      MYSTERIUM PRIMUM

      VILLANELLE

      A FACE IN THE FIRE

      NIGHTMARE’S SONG

      THE GOD OF GREED

      FIRES OF ATLANTIS

      FLOTSAM FROM ATLANTIS

      TO CALL ATLANTIS

      REFLECTIONS ON A THEME BY YEATS

      CTHULHU DANCES

      ABOUT THE AUTHOR

      ATLANTIS

      RISING beyond the sunset’s pillars,

      A land of beauty amid the waves

      Becomes the home of those who gain

      From heaven blessings of peace and wealth.

      A dawn of hope reveals Atlantis.

      ITS KINGS at first in wisdom honor

      Justice to give their people safety,

      Freedom from fear of neighbors who scheme,

      Or foes who come from afar in arms,

      To seize the fruit of hands that have made

      From wood and stone a city of light.

      Its harbors can barely contain the ships

      That threaten to sink beneath the weight

      Of cargos that fill all hands with gold.

      THE LAND has reason to be content.

      Enough, however, can start to seem

      Too little to eyes that glance aside

      At neighbors who flaunt their much and more.

      BEGUILED by envy, the just become

      Obsessed with having the

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