Dungeon

ModernBard

Speaketh thou of surly things

Few here can discern.

While so doing, surly beings

Find their cause to burn;

To tear down the very structure

On which we depend,

Causing a most violent rupture,

Hoping to all bend

To some crazy point of view,

Even demons shun.

But we’ve saved the best for you

Where ne’er shines the Sun.

  • Author: ModernBard (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 22nd, 2022 10:30
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments1

  • arqios

    Silence of most vital things

    Many and all us should learn.

    In not so doing, we hurl

    No butter for us to churn;

    A great big butter up it is

    On nothing can we depend,

    seeking elusive volatile rapture,

    Not a brow or nose extend

    To sound wisdom, prudent view,

    Diabolical minions dance in fun.

    The worst is staring us in the face

    A midday's sun, its shadow's grace.



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