"I like this man," he answers back, "I'm interested, I have to say! I've watched him now for many a day. He laughs and plays and documents tack, Wields awesome tools of magic might, Writes worlds of heroes in the night... But who is this man who weaves these spells? Collects strange goods? Sings in the woods? Whistles at death? Values each breath? What is his vision? What is his mission? He's searching for something, so it seems to me, A meaning, a story, or reason to be?"* *In a whisper the Shadow replies, "Does he not know? Why does he wait? Is it his song that has numbed him to fate? How strange he has missed it—can't he see— The players each gave him a horcrux for free."*
My word! That's heavy, that's intense! Yikes! - not a kissing story, then. I was expecting spells and trees A potion brewed, a gentle breeze But no → of course → a gamer threads Intrigue, revenge and shooting heads, Flasks that spill into the kettle, Stealing a still made of metal! And now our boy begs for his life... His day begins with death and strife Valiant pawn moves to delay Defeat that comes - the end of play. He brings down the Knight on F6 Poor old King's in a terrible mix How do I write it though? PG7 takes NF6?
Potions and Spells take a long time to brew but for always and for always to the end of time and back - this will always be the moment, and the place, - and that's a fact - that the story of the beginning of the dream that changed the world - In Yum Kaax's bounteous Kingdom In the cornfields - first unfurled As he leant against the crucible Not knowing what he'd found A Chevy 57 radiator was his Footrest on the ground .... not knowing what he'd been given by a farmer past his prime and an old man summoning rainbows from a sunny summer sky .... Not knowing that the hand of fate had vicariously arisen And blessed him arbitrarily with a message and a vision .... He was lost inside his searching He was waiting to be heard .... QN to C6, the cavalry rallies As the traveller dallies 🐎🐎🐎🐎
The Watcher sees the quick exchange 'twixt farmer and the man. Her heart skips a giddy beat, Has she perceived the plan? Eggs take very long to hatch, As slowly as seeds grow. Life doesn't wait—calamity Deals many a heavy blow. But finally, and finally— Could we dare believe? The time is now, the minion steps In, the pressure to relieve. Pawn from F7 to F6, The mess I cannot fix, But slings & arrows, sticks & stones, I'll fling into the mix. Now gallop, horsey, dance dear Queen, Perhaps go get the cleric? For in the rhythms of the dream, We'll build the esoteric.
Sitting in the shadows Looking at the hill Seeing all the travellers Fighting - good 'gainst ill Strolling round the countryside Dabbling in the shallows Watching others grow and bloom Addicted to the gallows Now, she spies a wanderer Bearing sticks and stones Building a brand new kingdom Out of planks and bones
I have already died upon the hill It was not worth the battle. The Light of thorns and sacrifice Are not worth the pain and blood and chattel. There needs to be a gentler place Of healing 'longst the race, Where I can sit and integrate The lessons of cruel fate. I must not falter or desist I must continue onward I must do and do and not resist Keep on moving forward. And so we play on, drinking tea Knight to E7 he breaks free cdn.glitch.global/39f98701-18b4-47fe-8050-56ee2d97fe60/Knightbreaksfree.png
In the realm of ones and zeros Where the Byte Monks rule the play Tell me why the hero always goes To try and save the day Let us talk about Godzilla Let us muse about the stars Wonder what is lurking in the ocean And how long it is to Mars... cdn.glitch.global/39f98701-18b4-47fe-8050-56ee2d97fe60/ByteMonk.png
Oh yes! I'd love another story The next episode, a rhyme, A wonderful adventure And a waltz across all time! Tell me of the baby dragon, Tell of Ember brave and true, Ember with the Shimmering scales Of purple and of blue. Tell me of the baby dragon - I want to hear of the one Where she .... fights off all her silly fears, takes her place amongst her peers, learns to read the sacred code, wield the magic Power of Toad, and surf the seas of change. Tell me of her friends the faries, And of pirates, ships and kings. Take me to where Ember visits, where Delilah softy sings, of Liquidity and Equity and something else and things. Show me neon Tokenopolis Where golden tokens dance and sway. Tell Ember's cool discoveries As she journeys on her way.
Tell me of the baby dragon, Tell of Ember brave and true, Ember with the Shimmering scales Of purple and of blue. cdn.glitch.global/39f98701-18b4-47fe-8050-56ee2d97fe60/Ember.png
