I've written this poem and made the art portraying the "Anglo Saxon Period" during my course "Old and Middle English Period". I am grateful to my course teacher, our teacher is one of the most creative person I've ever seen and also encourages us to unleash our creativity and here is the result below, the poem I wrote and the art I made for the course book.

Tale of the Teller 👥

 

And the night after day, my tale will tell the truth of life.

No! The tale is not mendacious.

Gone so far into the deep sea,

Leaving the lavish on the shore of the sea.

Ordeal comes to divulge my knack to drive the ship.

 

Salvo comes in my vain, cold wrapped me with stain,

Abysmal roar drifted me, hailstorm dashed gristly cry.

Xeric shade filled my throat, frost was powerless to fulfil my thirst.

Oh dear! Why I’m here leaving the warmth of court!

No one was here to save me, but the winter disowned to respite me.

 

Paltry hope came upon not to court but to something else.

Eagle flew so up in the sky, my dim eyes fizzled out the reach.

Rabid rain crashed me in sink, how they knew might cry with them.

I wretched by the scream of gulls, bearded

On the sharp keen poke of icicles, luring the song

Danced holding hand and holding tumbler mead.

 

Could not see the scars ripping, riving feet to

Heart. No blood could offer to pour the pleasure to such

Solo man. Turning back unlocking my heart, mismatched

Evoked to return to the sea. Miles after miles sailing ship,

Met empty Isles, standing abashed dome. Though vulture eyes

Could not see gospel sea but thirst. All avarice, ease

Swallowed please seeker. Who could know

In icy-cold sea, blacken sky, sloshing hailstorm

What nemesis would know sea lovers endured?

Inane ways fell for lux, who could better know

From the sufferers?

 

Full of glittery, fill with gold, forget to search the purpose

And goal. Not a blessing to take another day,

A new aim gets to fame. Obsession endures,

Pennies make blind, guilt doesn’t approach cutting down

Innocence behind. What with that power if eyes not open one day

Turning into dust, moving in and on, even lover falls for

Another grace, replace the town with new look of face.

Serving the lord, leaving us behind, couldn’t protect himself,

left them helpless behind. Here a God, need no save, wash away

Sins rolling down of tears. 

Live a life full of politeness, throw the box of arrogance.

Kind to others, kind to yourself. Look out the windows,

Perspectives need a change, start with self, finish

With death. Chase after God, repent for wrong do

Remember He is always open not morning to noon,

Mercy will melt sins of rock mountain.

Neither the luxury, nor the fame

Neither passion, nor pleasure

Prevent them to discover fate. Optimizing sea blossom,

Wandering the width, embracing solitary, excitement

Of stormy sea, make the way of delighted of

God. Enchantment comes for both of the world.

Go back to home, came from where, corpse will remain

Below the clay. No gold, no wrath, no force could stab the soul.

Get the mercy, make Him please

Only for eternal, not thrive for terra, not the mead

Because Heaven there above from earth to greet

And give an honor as final gift from God.