Post by Margim on Sept 6, 2005 1:58:35 GMT -5
I toy about with writing a bit... tend to build worlds and characters inside my head and write about them, then get discontent around chapter eight and start the process again.
On a whim, I thought I'd toy with something shorter for a change and a bit of fun. The last bit wrote itself... probably says something about the warped humour inside my head
Its a five minute effort, so be kind
‘Twas the night the horses came
That vision came to me,
A knight of deeds both great and bold
I was called to be.
Against the lands of evil ‘twas
That I was called to ride,
Draw my sword, strap my shield,
Ride horses through the night.
Among the storming horses ‘twas
That I met my end,
Unseated, trampled, abandoned, stabbed,
Left without a friend
For though I felt a calling, see
One thing I had forgotten
I had no skill in combat thus,
My vision ‘twas for nothin’.
On a whim, I thought I'd toy with something shorter for a change and a bit of fun. The last bit wrote itself... probably says something about the warped humour inside my head
Its a five minute effort, so be kind ‘Twas the night the horses came
That vision came to me,
A knight of deeds both great and bold
I was called to be.
Against the lands of evil ‘twas
That I was called to ride,
Draw my sword, strap my shield,
Ride horses through the night.
Among the storming horses ‘twas
That I met my end,
Unseated, trampled, abandoned, stabbed,
Left without a friend
For though I felt a calling, see
One thing I had forgotten
I had no skill in combat thus,
My vision ‘twas for nothin’.
