Sonnet for a Seal-Beast
Adventure II, Page 88
Beware, and watch the murky waterway!
For gaping maw and whip-tongues undulate
Beneath the waves, where quiet seaweeds sway
And seal-beasts full of spear-teeth lie in wait.
Their giant flippers stir the blue-green deep
With darker tones, the muddy-reds of death,
And wash the tide with sickness as we sleep,
In wary, fraught repose (still drawing breath).
Where seabed ends and rotting limbs begin,
And whether seaweed sways from flesh or sand,
We cannot know or tell--its toothy grin
Devours all, so stay upon the land.
A seal-beast latent lies just off the shore;
We'll wander in the waterways no more!
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Sonnet for the Chapter Break
Adventure II, Page 89
There is a time that weighs upon our hearts--
The heavy weight of absence, empty void--
A deprivation of the vital arts
That make us feel great joy (or else destroyed).
Some wander through the comments every day,
Some vanish--silently, they leave us here--
And others, as they brim full of dismay,
Press F5, praying one rogue page appear!
Still more, to pass the slowly-ticking time,
Endure by illustration or by pen,
By story or with meter and with rhyme--
A game they play each time, and time again.
Despite our sorrows, though, we all agree
This break brings Minna rest, so let it be!
(Because I just had to write a sonnet. :-P
Thank you, @ILoveMySocksAndSweater, for the prompt!!
And seriously, although I greatly dramatize our alleged "suffering," we all really know that Minna deserves this break so, so much and I wouldn't actually want her to not take it!!!)
~~~
Sonnet for Separation
Adventure II, Page 90
One leads the group through winding gravelled streets,
No guiding chatter, not a friendly sound,
With eyes averted from all those he meets,
Fixed straight ahead upon the stony ground.
His soulmate lags behind their fellow friends,
With coat held at his side and searching eyes
That ponder every doorstep as he wends
A solemn, quiet way, and softly sighs.
They walked, companions, once, through war and waste,
Defending and protecting, side by side,
Through wilds and through wilderness they raced,
Fair fire and fell fire's quiet guide.
Now separated threefold, speaking not,
They wander, sharing silence, seeking, sought.
~~
Sonnet for an Entourage
Adventure II, Page 92
The silent scout with catlike grace proceeds
Afront the group, to help them find a sign;
With pond'rous frown and not a word he leads,
By faithful feline followed, first in line.
The red-haired mage comes after that, his grin
Undimmed by time and lost naïveté,
And next the medic, stoic as he's been
Since first they took their job and drove away.
And after him, the reckless captain dear,
Exuberant unto a fault and fray,
And last the fire-fiend, who's always near
To ward the shadows and the trolls away.
Through streets unknown, unwandered, unexplored,
They search the town, precautions left ignored.
