Old stuff is still stuff! Ye don't think they don't write down new copies of older poems just because somebody might have already read em, do ye? *Smiles* Of course not! Especially since we've got new poeple coming to the inn all the time, I bet they'd like to read some good stuffs... Go for it, please.
Now, just a forwarning, this one is entirely different than anything I have ever written before. I thought it was pretty cool, however, so I figured I'd stick it in here with my poetry. I wrote it for a post in CyrDraconis' game, "To the Faire, Redux!"
Saturday, September 16, 2006
"Come and listen to the tale of old
Of pirates and ships laden with gold
'Tis a tale my mother sang to me,
But mistake it not for a tale of glee
For 'twas a night when the storms did rage
The swells so great, this ship was caged
Within the walls of sea and mist
These pirates could not but shake their fists
They wove a curse upon the ship
That none could find it, thus 'tis a myth.
Shall any find this ship of old
So laden with that pirate's gold?"
Posted on 2006-09-17 at 20:19:27.
Edited on 2007-04-08 at 03:08:40 by DarkAutumn
Kyle sat at his table as the words of the Lady DarkAutumn filled the air, between each poem some would whisper others would breathe once more. Kyle sat quite and still, they each struck a cord deep inside him. It was then she spoke one unlike any of the others and again the room fell silent when she finished her words. Kyle simply tapped his tankard and whispered, ďWell done MíLady DarkAutumn, well done indeed.Ē
Posted on 2006-09-19 at 04:19:44.
Edited on 2006-09-19 at 04:20:41 by Kyle