A tribute to the banished Norrin Radd, help with punctuations please?

Question

Please tell Galactus, I can’t do his will
And shine like sap that drips from putrid pine,
Stare into space from some ingested pill
Or from a dose of biting swig or wine.

This barrenness is not my house; this moon
A dreariness that burns with freezing flames
Give me no counsel; I am a buffoon
For my heart’s proud yet can’t elude their claims.

Please tell the four to come and look for me
For I’ve confined myself here for eternity.
The Judge is kindly but can’t feel nor see
My exile in this sphere’s anxiety.

My silver has turned grey, I sit alone
A flame that was, a free will lost, a stone.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Silver_Surfer

Answer 1

Well Benny, I needed the link. I have never heard of the Silver Surfer before, so I feel your poem has actually broadened my horizons somewhat. Nicely written this story of exile. May have to find out more.

Answer 2

You're out of date - ol' Norrin is once again the Herald of Galactus.



L2, V3 - My self confined for all eternity.



I feel it would have worked better if you'd touched on the Surfer's sacrifice to save Zenn-La.

Answer 3

Holy cow! Don't know why I am not ashamed to be here - amongst you and Chris and Fredric -- and so many other true Poets. BUT I'M NOT. I should be though.. Just beautiful, melancholy...all that.

Answer 4

Interesting,

I went to the link but my brain is not working with me tonight, the sinuses are inflamed and that makes my face not just hurt those around me but me too...

OW!

Answer 5

wow! this one caught me completely off guard,

I had to go to your link, great write, way to

pull out the comic book card, well played

well written , well said, well done[ sit shaking my head]

Answer 6

S3 L2...12 ?