Yay new house!

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I was wondering why the frisbee was getting bigger and then it hit me.

I don't write much fantasy, but here's a poem. It's architecture is 7 syllables each line, with an end-rhyme pattern of R-R-U-I.





Valentine

He leaped and grabbed the flower
Then fell to the cavern lair
There he laid, bloodied and bruised
Then, though broken, he stood high
And saw as he recovered
A throne and a dark figure
He coughed and spoke, "Who are you?"
Then its face opened its eyes

"Listen to my calm whisper
As it foretells my power
I am Fate, waiting to rule
The land will be mine in time
You are my first visitor
My dear handsome trespasser
Now I wonder who are you
Who dares ask who am I"

"You dared steal my king's daughter
Your slave she is no longer
I will soon take her from you
My bride she will be in time
I dreamt I would marry her
Thus I have come to save her
My dear Fate, waiting to rule
Call me Scoundrel Valentine"

"Without a shield and armor
Your blade fallen asunder
How dare you speak of rescue
With only your reason why!
Fool! Your death I will savor
You dreamt then came to save her
What does this nightmare tell you?
I insist it screams YOU DIE!"

With that Fate sent forth fire
To prove his dream a liar
With his magic yet to prove
There stood Scoundrel Valentine
Who saw the one he came for
Just as he felt Fate's fire
And with nothing else to do
There knelt Noble Valentine

Hope lost in magic's power
"Princess," his last words were
"Please marry me! I love you!
And for your 'I do' I die!"
She, loving who's voice she heard
Escaped guards and ran forward
To where her love was consumed
Where for him she knelt and cried

And to ashes she answered
With a whisper and a tear
"Sweet Scoundrel, I love you too"
Falling where her hero died
Clutching the ring that lingered
As ash fell through her fingers
She brokenly spoke, "I do"
And at last she was his bride

Fate - enraged - then grabbed her hair
Dragging her back through the lair
Locking her up without food
Hissing, "Widow! Starve and die!"
The princess, in her despair
Then wept and knelt for prayer
And with nothing left to do
There cried Princess Valentine





If you want to talk, e-mail me at dloliver@liberty.edu

Took me a few times reading it to get into the rhythm. Even though it's sad, I do like it.