Rathflaed DuNoir: Poetry<br>
ODE TO BORIS<br>
Rathflaed DuNoir<br>
The Black Bard of Meridies<br>
mka: Stephen R. Melvin<br>
A creator of beauty and light, Truth and other such<br>
things,<br>
My soul is impressed by his sight,<br>
Demonstrating artistic might,<br>
His power makes pawns of kings.<br>
He abides in lands to us unknown,<br>
A goddess to worship he gives,<br>
He gives us bejeweled and golden thrones,<br>
Upon which we set queens of our own,<br>
But ours fade and his still lives.<br>
The seas of beyond, he gives us to roam,<br>
And beings to show us the way, Oh,<br>
I follow his warriors, I wish not to come home,<br>
Such beauty comes not from a magical tome,<br>
But the god of Boris Vallejo.<br>
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CAVE OF TIME<br>
Rathflaed DuNoir<br>
The Black Bard of Meridies<br>
mka: Stephen R. Melvin<br>
I found a cave, a cave of time,<br>
I was alone, this place was mine,<br>
But as I thought in there one day,<br>
He stepped inside and seemed to say,<br>
"Welcome to my home, my friend<br>
It's good to be back home again."<br>
I jumped up scared, this man was here!<br>
Yet he told me then,"You've nothing to fear."<br>
And surprisingly (it amazed me),<br>
I did calm down, I began to see,<br>
This place was mine, but also his,<br>
His shining smile, it showed me this.<br>
We talked, and laughed, and joked awhile,<br>
He turned to leave, I saw his smile,<br>
But the last thing he said as he turned to me,<br>
Was, "This place is yours, because you are me!"<br>
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