Saturday, February 10, 2007

More Story Poetry

Bright and red

But still and dead

Theeden Rass

Refused to pass

From the living

Without a fight

 

So lucky for him

That Bodeten

Was new to his task

And afraid to fight

The legend of the land

 

So he was returned to life

In full of self

And promptly forgot

The happenings of the day

 

But not Bodeten

And slowly as

The years did pass

He stronger grew

And fiercer became

Until he ready was

For Theeden Rass

 

And then and when

He met him the night

That ten had passed

Coming to claim

What he hadn't before

 

Charles Petrie

 

Padam! Shikes I'm good. Yeah, good at adding to an already overburdened plate. K'Hell! All these good could-be's. Sigh, what the phug eh? When am I going to...?

Next when, it's time to go before...Though, it's rather late for that as I already am.

 

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