Good day to you, terrans. I continue to record my adventures on your internet. Enjoy. -P
Engrossed in scrolls,
Of chronicles,
Quite dappled with their songs.
I learned their lore
While searching for
Their sense of righting wrongs
And what war cost
When peace was lost
And how tribes got along.
My fairy friend
Often dropped in,
And oft her face was long…
And mystery
Surrounded me,
Like: No one seemed to age.
Those friends of mine
Stayed in their prime.
Except the peaceful sage.
And I read strands
On cursed lands
With fates much worse than death.
The soul that fell
Revived until:
“They'd never drawn a breath.” (?!?)
“We do mature
With adventure,
But here, no one will age.
Your master goes
Away, and so
It shows upon his face.”
Then Fairbow seemed
Concerned for me.
Her dad walked up to us:
“It’s hard to pass
His torch. Alas,
It seems like now he must.”
I went back home.
I mean his home.
Twas crowded in my mind.
From just confused,
I now refused
To think him soon to die!
I could implore
Of him some more,
Perhaps over that tea.
Then, there they were,
My host and her,
The fairy, whispering…
I left to roam
Back toward his home.
Twas crowded in my mind.
First, just confused,
I now refused
To think him soon to die!
I would implore
Of him some more,
Perhaps over that tea-
Then, there they were,
My host and her,
The fairy, whispering…