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Over 1000 Years
Copyright Michael "The Roach" Janszen ©2001
Edited by Suzanne Campbell for The Guild Companion
Over a thousand years I've been lying here
under a thousand rocks I have once been smothered
with the change of æons I cannot be bothered
Each day seems the same, an unchanging sphere
The enemy who buried me a thousand years ago
under rocks and earth, not caring I still lived
said, "Ravens will not get you, that's my
final gift"
since his death it's been ages, revenge I shall
not know
It's rare, oh so rare, that life passes by
life, the stranger to my state of doom
awfully colorful, appallingly alive
Then an a-biting and a-scratching I'll enact
until in the end quiet returns to my tomb
and over their deaths there will be no regret.
Author's Note: In a MERP campaign, we encountered
a 'body' that had been buried underground for an extremely long
time. Somehow it managed to project its boredom and hate of the
living into a bard. This sonnet is the result of that
encounter...
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