Have a not-quite-a-sonnet that doesn't quite address your prompt! :D
They flew from one man's tongue to all men's ears, But silent are they now, for none now know The art that let the words so swiftly flow. The people who once spoke weep bitter tears And speak in tongues they'll never hold as dear As those they lost in horror long ago, And falling on their hearts like fall's first snow, The new tongue claims its place: no others here!
But not in death they wait (and wait, and wait); For though to humans that is how it seems, Watching, seeing cultures bent by hate, They patient sleep, and watchful do they dream. With eyes of those whose parents are the late Last speakers, they can watch and learn unseen, And slumber in the hearts that never learned Until they rise again, no longer spurned.
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Re: oh hey one more prompt
Date: 2015-01-18 04:24 am (UTC)They flew from one man's tongue to all men's ears,
But silent are they now, for none now know
The art that let the words so swiftly flow.
The people who once spoke weep bitter tears
And speak in tongues they'll never hold as dear
As those they lost in horror long ago,
And falling on their hearts like fall's first snow,
The new tongue claims its place: no others here!
But not in death they wait (and wait, and wait);
For though to humans that is how it seems,
Watching, seeing cultures bent by hate,
They patient sleep, and watchful do they dream.
With eyes of those whose parents are the late
Last speakers, they can watch and learn unseen,
And slumber in the hearts that never learned
Until they rise again, no longer spurned.