Thirty-eighth Scheme [Accidentally Public] (Or, why Ket's muse hates her now)
With monstrous wings and gnarly, massive tail
It roams the cloudy skies and seeks its prey
The spirit of Reial, the grand Sky Whale,
Though floating through the air, is hardly fey
Their moaning voices in the air resound
Enough to deafen unsuspecting men
On giant-feathered wings, they flap around
And make their whale sounds at their airborne friends
And if your ship should happen upon one
Your days of skyfaring might well be done
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Rising smoke, into the chilly air
A book spread open here upon my knee
I run my fingers through your long, dark hair
And think I should be working, but for thee
With smiling eyes and laughter like sunshine
Thou take'st my wand'ring heart and make it tame
And make'st all others else, howe'er divine,
Like wasted creatures, marred and put to shame
And in these furious, shining, windswept days
Thy ever-present love my heart still sways
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Clouds by my window, tinged gold from the sun
The air still frigid from the night's long reign
Here in my cabin, two bodies like one,
Our warmth trapped by the blankets, we remain.
I open my eyes to a perfect sight,
To porcelain skin, a peaceful, sleeping face,
To long, thick hair, grown tangled in the night
Red cheeks, soft lips, that quicken my heart's pace
Seeing all this, I close my eyes once more
And hope that I won't wake you if I snore
[[OOC: I've been promising bad poetry for ages; HERE IT IS. Quick, mock him for it, while he's still too disoriented to fix the security and kill you for your insolence!
This post courtesy of his brain not quite being all better yet.]]
It roams the cloudy skies and seeks its prey
The spirit of Reial, the grand Sky Whale,
Though floating through the air, is hardly fey
Their moaning voices in the air resound
Enough to deafen unsuspecting men
On giant-feathered wings, they flap around
And make their whale sounds at their airborne friends
And if your ship should happen upon one
Your days of skyfaring might well be done
________________________________________________
Rising smoke, into the chilly air
A book spread open here upon my knee
I run my fingers through your long, dark hair
And think I should be working, but for thee
With smiling eyes and laughter like sunshine
Thou take'st my wand'ring heart and make it tame
And make'st all others else, howe'er divine,
Like wasted creatures, marred and put to shame
And in these furious, shining, windswept days
Thy ever-present love my heart still sways
________________________________________________
Clouds by my window, tinged gold from the sun
The air still frigid from the night's long reign
Here in my cabin, two bodies like one,
Our warmth trapped by the blankets, we remain.
I open my eyes to a perfect sight,
To porcelain skin, a peaceful, sleeping face,
To long, thick hair, grown tangled in the night
Red cheeks, soft lips, that quicken my heart's pace
Seeing all this, I close my eyes once more
And hope that I won't wake you if I snore
[[OOC: I've been promising bad poetry for ages; HERE IT IS. Quick, mock him for it, while he's still too disoriented to fix the security and kill you for your insolence!
This post courtesy of his brain not quite being all better yet.]]