Joat116 Posted October 28, 2004 Report Posted October 28, 2004 Library Perils Two magnetic monoliths Guarded, strong, and cold A place of treasures far beyond The meager price of gold Past the desk of miseries Beyond the files loom A horror of untold despair Our hero’s met his doom But down the stairs of hope he sprung! He raced, that vital child! Faster than a horror’s run He ran into the wild He fought the Frumious Bandersnatch The vorpal sword he drew He snicker-snacked and made it back He even tamed the shrew To Camelot he rode by night To Xanadu by day He stayed with Alice just a week Then off with Frost till May And slowly time lost meaning there His cares began to fade Our boy became a part of now This world that he had made Betwixt the shelves of memory And on the dreamer’s plane We lost our boy, that gentle soul Never seen again
Ayshela Posted October 28, 2004 Report Posted October 28, 2004 aaaahhhhhh, but what a way to go! =) "Past the desk of miseries" eh? i love it!
Regel Posted October 29, 2004 Report Posted October 29, 2004 Something in that last paragraph that is warmly nostalgic to me. I quite enjoyed the playful way in which you moved this story and I believe I will have to read it again in a day or two and see if the images it conjures remain the same. Nicely done.
The Portrait of Zool Posted October 31, 2004 Report Posted October 31, 2004 Ya know, any of this work could buy off yer weenie, IMO... But you gotta remember to apply it!
Joat116 Posted November 2, 2004 Author Report Posted November 2, 2004 Bleh, I'm proud of my weenie! It's a mighty mighty thing.
The Portrait of Zool Posted November 3, 2004 Report Posted November 3, 2004 ROFL! Well, if that's the way you feel about it...
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