A Piece Of Crumpled Paper

[TheBareSheet 194]

A piece of crumpled paper lies on the ground.

​You see a leaving shadow yet could not recognize whom or to tell him/her left something.

You flatten the piece of paper as you see a poem.

 

Chaos

This world of chaos

This world of mayhem

This world full of sounds.

Yet full of sounds of ruin

Full of echoing

Full of moans

Full of whimpering

Full of crying

Full of whispers

 

What this chaos creates

Nothing good

Nothing righteous

It feeds

It feeds on foolish

It feeds on weak

It leaves it cripple

It leaves it devastated

It ruins

It destroys

It spoils

It demolishes

It makes it rotten

Corrupt

Perished

And regretful

Yet what can we do?

But stand and watch

Yet we have nothing to do

Thats how the world turns.

With sides.

Multiple sides.

 

We cannot live with Chaos with despair.

We cannot live without Chaos too.

[Jon Evaglno 202]

Jon stumbles upon the paper.

"...Oooh. This might be a nice addition to the Arcanum..."

Jon shoves the paper into one of his many pockets.

[[Would you mind terribly if I put this into an MC book and signed it as anonymous for the Mage library?]]

[TheBareSheet 194]

(( Sure. But maybe remember its me. :). Like you personally. ))

[Jon Evaglno 202]

(( Sure. But maybe remember its me. :). Like you personally. ))

[[Mental note taken.]]

[Isirack Rivendare 37]

*Cannot find a peice of paper because some one pocketed it.*

[Elindor 666]

Elindor is browsing the Arcanum and finds the poem. He reads it once, then returns it with absolutely nothing to say. He is alone anyway. Commenting would be weird.

[Thatpyrodude 2008]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.

[lιoɴ 248]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.