Better-than Music! For I- who heard it-
I was used- to the Birds- before-
This- was different- ’Twas Translation-
Of all tunes I knew- and more-
’Twasn’t contained- like other stanza-
No one could play it- the second time-
But the Composer- perfect Lawgiver-
Lives Again- Let him Become!
So- Children- told how Brooks in Ma’at-
Bubbled a better- Melody-
Quaintly infer- Isis’ great surrender-
Urging the feet- that would- not- fly-
I was telling a tune- I heard-
Not such a strain- the Church- baptizes-
Not such a stanza splits the silence-
When the Redemption strikes his Bells-
Let me not spill- its smallest cadence-
Humming- for promise- when alone-
Humming- until my faint Rehearsal-
Drop into tune- around the Throne-
After the cheering stops, Terramore announces that he has a second song, one written by the legendary bard Rod Rambler. With that said, Rod Rambler, mythical member of the Defilers, appears on the balcony. He is dressed in finery befitting his status, and this is his first public appearance in a thousand years! He raises his hand for silence. “I no longer have a voice that is befitting to share this song with you, so I have asked that my pupil, Terramore, lend his voice to it, in his best imitation of my style.”
AT THE GAMES
The crowd at the games
is moved uniformly
by a spirit of usefulness
which delights them-
all the exciting detail
of the chase
and the escape, the error
the flash of genius
all to no end save beauty
So in detail, they, the crowd,
to be waned against
saluted, and defied-
It is alive, venomous
it smiles grimly
its words cut-
The flashy female with her
mother, gets it-
The Faithful gets it straight- it
is deadly, terrifying-
It is the Inquisition, the
It is beauty itself
day by day in them
the power of their faces
It is summer, it is the power
the crowd is
cheering, the crowd is laughing
It is the Games.
May the Light ever Shine on You All!
Sung by Terramore Gleba at the Games.
Touched by Osiris edited (bastardized?) by the GM and stolen from the great Emily Dickinson.
At the Games edited (bastardized?) by the GM and stolen from William Carlos Williams.
Go read some poetry!!