Archive for November, 2012

You ran Cyril! You ran. How could you? 

Gave temples lesser the field to ponder

rust and blood and fear, Cyril, you?

The morning rays cannot through yonder

window blind history; you lost your crew,

called Romag to order, bled your troop

to the last straw and for what? All to

wash memory of her last breath in croups

brimming with Pholtus’ rays? Sight this ‘long

His silver’d wand m’lord. So too did Robilar

bemoan Mord’s death on trail, his wailing song

remov’d from Greyhawk cliffs. Popular

tactics aside, mayhaps we pay too dear

in blearing the ghosts to forward our years.


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