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Offline bahgheera

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The Book Of Ashes
« on: May 17, 2012, 04:09:51 PM »
You filled the air,
With your ravings and lunacies,
And I copied it all down,
In my Book of Ashes.
My Book of Ashes is a rarity indeed,
Parchments of goat-skin,
From the most ancient,
And unkown,
Of Egyptian crypts.
Thread made of sinews,
From a griffin,
Who has long since taken wing,
To soar over the mountains of the dead.
Ink made from ashes from the burning,
Of one thousand Incan mummies,
A color so dark,
That not even light can escape it.
My pen is a quill,
From a sorcerers hawk,
The mage attendant
To Arthur himself,
And the fowl enchanted them both.
I write it all down,
Day and night,
Careful to mark every word.
And your rantings and deliriums,
That you babble and spew,
Will remain in my book,
Long after I have crumbled,
And returned to the dust.
Read this book,
Once it is done,
That you may hold them up,
As a warning,
To those who would come after.
Give your mind,
To my Book of Ashes.
« Last Edit: May 17, 2012, 04:15:31 PM by bahgheera »