so, there I was, writing a poem about a Cossack, in strict Anglo-Saxon epic format, in English ...
Bohun
Soul-shadowed, shattered sorrowed heart
Hope held once, honour now stained
Sword swung strongly, sunder apart
Anger aims all at those remained
Ruthless, rowdy, relentless knight
Now knowing, now adrift, bereft
Beaten, brave, but bested the fight
Faltering, faithless farewell left
Leaving, longing, love in his eyes
Evening ever eating his soul
Smouldering sorrow, suppressing sighs
Smother feelings, supreme control
Crazy, careless, coming back to burn
Burn brightly, blazing all the land
Westward wreaking havoc’s wake to turn
Retaliate in retribution’s ruin stands
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