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Thu 19 Feb, 2004 06:46 pm
To the full illumination of Luna's white glow
The tune player played the tune of Bonaparte's Retreat.
On his age old flute of red and gold
Repeating musical stanzas as the night grew old.
The tune player stood on a trunk bare to the top.
His cloak waived in the air since 12 'o clock.
A young boy crawled out of a hole
Stood himself up and shook off the mold.
He looked up and saw the tune player play.
Unsure whether or not to tell folks of what he saw the next day.
The wind picked up and the air grew cold.
A cumulus patch upon Luna and a supreme darkness unfolds.
For a moment 'tis black as its ever been
Like an omen of an unforgivable sin.
When the patch clears and Luna is again revealed
The identity of the flute player is forever concealed
For he had gone before the light had returned
The boy went home and yearned
To see the tune player play again some night.
Who knows, he thought, I just might.
Tails, Welcome to A2K. That's a very haunting piece that you wrote. The picture that you paint is eerie but impressive. What was your inspiration, if I may ask?
Well, tails. Bore us some more, then
lost your reply in the mazes of time.
Anytime. Sorry, I accidently deleted the post. I wrote it in my bordom but I was actually thinking about the game Zelda: Ocarina of Time when I was writing it. In the game, there is a place in the forest where Link, the main character that one plays as, finds a small area surrounded by steep hills and covered from most of the sun's light. At dark, if you bring Link there, he will find a hooded figure playing a tune. When you bring him close, the hooded figure flips off the trunk and disappears.
Damn, all my edits. I'm sorry, it's the lag. (lol, I made you triple post)
No problem, my friend. Never played the game of which you speak..but I really used to get into infocom interactive fiction. Lots of purple prose there. Gone like the wind in the vivid graphics ...miss Zork..
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