Cheesy poem dedicated to **** ******, featuring moons and stars and sht
I wrote it on February 7, 2005. If you read it, you will die of envy. Or pain. Yeah, pain. I'm really a Vogon. Oops.
I stand on the shore
Tasting the wind for grass and smoke
A sallow moon rises to ripple in black
Less brilliant than that by which I was blinded
Two nights past the vagabond desert star
No brighter than those moons I’m waiting to see
Two twin moons covered in unthirsty violets
Hiding now behind the rim of my world
~by Ratexla Kettleburn
Argh, I've written in this blog for 3 days straight now. Don't get used to that -- awww, don't cry... I guess I can always fill things out with my other cheesy poems if funny stuff doesn't happen every day! Hey, why are you guys running? Ah well... *returns to owl quill*
Mmmm, owl quill... *is lulled*
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And while I'm here - mind if I steal your idea Lo, and ask my fellow Rickmaniacs if I may link to your blogs? :x *flattens self against dust*
I stand on the shore
Tasting the wind for grass and smoke
A sallow moon rises to ripple in black
Less brilliant than that by which I was blinded
Two nights past the vagabond desert star
No brighter than those moons I’m waiting to see
Two twin moons covered in unthirsty violets
Hiding now behind the rim of my world
~by Ratexla Kettleburn
Argh, I've written in this blog for 3 days straight now. Don't get used to that -- awww, don't cry... I guess I can always fill things out with my other cheesy poems if funny stuff doesn't happen every day! Hey, why are you guys running? Ah well... *returns to owl quill*
Mmmm, owl quill... *is lulled*
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And while I'm here - mind if I steal your idea Lo, and ask my fellow Rickmaniacs if I may link to your blogs? :x *flattens self against dust*
Labels: brad dourif, poetry