The -, epic drama of the Napoleonic War by Thomas Hardy published in three parts between 1904-08

EpicDarkness crept in like an epic tale,
Shadows danced upon the wall.
Lonely wolves howled in the night,
Their haunting cry a mournful call.In this twilight world, a hero rose,
From ashes, like a phoenix's pose.
His heart aflame, with courage bold,
He battled on, his spirit untold.The epic's fate was sealed that night,
As darkness closed its fatal light.DramaAurora aperire, the dawn broke,
In a world torn, by strife and swoon.
Auric, the maiden fair and bright,
Was captured by the prince's cruel might.As night descended, dark and deep,
The prince's heart, with love did keep.
But fate, a cruel hand, did play,
And tore them apart, in a fatal way.In the end, only one remained,
The maiden, with a heart still sustained.NapoleonicEmperor's gaze, like stars did shine,
In the firmament, his empire's design.
He marched across, the continent wide,
Leaving ruin, in his wake, with pride.His armies marched, with discipline and might,
Their flags, a symbol, of his glorious light.
But as the years went by, and the wars subsided,
The echoes of his name, in history's tide.His legacy, a complex, mixed stain,
A product of, his military reign.WarBattle's roar, like thunder did shake,
As armies clashed, in a deadly make.
The cries of war, the scent of blood,
The fallen, the dying, the wounded to be avowed.The drums of war, the marching men,
Their hearts, with courage, or with shame, were seen.
The world, a stage, for conflict and strife,
Where death, a constant, did cut like a knife.In the aftermath, the scars remain,
A memory, that refuses to wane.ThomasTo know thyself, is the first step,
In the journey, to the inner part.
A journey, of self-discovery and strife,
Where the heart, with courage, or with rife.The human soul, a mystery, so grand,
A labyrinth, of complexities, in this world's land.
Where love, a flame, that burns so bright,
Guides us forward, through the dark of night.In the end, it's not the years we live,
But who we are, that truly gives.HardyIn the hills, the wild things roam,
Where the winds, the waves, the trees do home.
A world, of beauty, of wild delight,
Where the heart, with wonder, takes flight.The mountains tall, the valleys low,
A landscape, of contrasts, in this world's show.
Where the earth, with its secrets, doth reside,
And the heart, with curiosity, doth abide.In the stillness, of the night's dark shade,
The wild things whisper, a gentle, sweet parade.PublishedThe words, that flowed from his heart,
Were published, and the world to part.
A new voice, a new tale, to tell,
A story, of hope, of love, of conviction to compel.The pen, a wand, that wove a spell,
Of words, that danced, with magic to dwell.
A story, of wonder, of awe, of might,
That captured hearts, and held them tight.In the pages, of his book, a world was born.ThreeIn the morning, three stars shone bright,
A constellation, of celestial delight.
The night's dark veil, was lifted high,
And the world, was bathed, in a warm, golden light.The stars, a twinkling, shimmering sea,
A celestial, vast, and mysterious decree.
Where the heart, with wonder, doth take flight,
And the soul, with awe, doth ignite.In the stillness, of the night's dark shade,
The stars, a gentle, whispering parade.PartsThe parts, a tale of love, of fate,
A story, of two hearts, that do await.
A tale, of separation, of longing, of tears,
A story, of what could have been, through all the years.The hearts, a beating, with a love so true,
A love, that flowed, like a river, anew.
But fate, a cruel hand, did play,
And tore them apart, in a fatal way.In the end, only one remained,
The maiden, with a heart still sustained.190408The day, 190408, a date so fine,
A time, of change, of life's design.
A time, when the world, did stand still,
And the heart, with wonder, did fulfill.The days, a journey, of growth, of strife,
A journey,