hemomancy 2842 Share Posted March 22, 2021 The stars and the night sky are some wonderful things. To most, they are a mystery that will never be unraveled. I wish I could say I knew of something different. Yet I too see them as a mystery. A beautiful mystery. One that I would seek out the truth of. Yet, that would ruin the beauty of it. Are the stars those long lost from our plain? Those taken away, idly in view as they slumber. Or perhaps those who have not yet explored the lands. Waiting for the perfect time they deem fit to arrive. Perhaps they are nothing. Something we only see, that may not be there. Resting on a canvas of blue and black. Small dots to our eyes. Pretty, pretty things are all they are. That we shall never know the origins of. A cruel fate for those curious. Yet I will never complain. Signed, Mirabella Violet, Court Poet of Haense Spoiler Past poems, starting with the first, ending with most recent: https://www.lordofthecraft.net/forums/topic/199995-a-young-elfs-view-on-oren/ https://www.lordofthecraft.net/forums/topic/200031-an-empire-versus-a-child/ https://www.lordofthecraft.net/forums/topic/200108-a-game-of-cards/ https://www.lordofthecraft.net/forums/topic/200153-ode-to-crows/ 5 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
SophiaTsu 185 Share Posted March 22, 2021 Somewhere off in a desert-town, a young woman brushes up on her reading and takes a gander of the newest releases in poetry. She lets herself fall enchanted with the words of this...Mirabella Violet? “A beautifool mystery indeeds...” she whispers to herself as she finishes browsing the girl’s collection. 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
__Clocky 762 Share Posted March 22, 2021 Along the side of a road, a man lay in a tent. He held the parchment paper the poem was received upon, his eyes taking him across the words of Mirabella Violet. He looked up to the night sky, away from the piece of paper. "Quite a sight, it is. Never gets old." The man would say with a whistle, as he continued about his work. 3 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Marron 140 Share Posted March 22, 2021 Albrecht Mondblume's breath turned to mist in the crisp Haeseni night air as he pondered over his friend's collection of poems, having just finished reading 'A Game of Cards'. He'd reach line eight, stop and take a look at the sky. Holding the poet's thoughts with his own he'd think about those he had lost, picking out a star for each. He'd then fall asleep with the parchment folded over his chest. Perhaps he should take up writing too.. 2 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
monkeypoacher 6993 Share Posted March 22, 2021 "I will put this child in a cage." Says Ministry of Justice Constable Nicéphore. 3 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Slorbin 1771 Share Posted March 22, 2021 "The Butler did it." Edward had solved the mystery. The end. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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