The Old Town of Ravenshire

[WarderDragon]

I was sifting through my personal library of player-run texts a couple evenings ago when I came across a piece that I had completely forgotten about. An old free verse poem written shortly after the end of the player-run town of Ravenshire, written by none other than yours truly.

I figured with the mentions Ravenshire has received of late, especially in relation to Aldagar Morrs estate, I would post this piece for your visual feast (I rhyme again!). I believe it was written sometime around 2002 or 2003. By no means is it my best work, but not bad for a sixteen year old at the time.

I hope you like it.

Swiftly upon soft morning dew,
There with silken wings the White Raven flew.
Through the heat and cold,
They of old,
Followed her unto journey's end.

Twas beneath the canopies of the old oak trees,
That they came together and worked like bee's.
Warriors and Traders,
Witches and Bakers,
There in the Ol' Town of Ravenshire.

There beside the Sea,
Bards hummed and children sang with glee,
Druids sat amongst the oaks,
And the Gypsies danced with the Sea Folk,
There in the Ol' Town of Ravenshire.

The Golden Knight spun his tales,
And the Old Elf King sat beside the Well.
There the Wicked Witch brewed a pot full o' magick,
And Moria's spell did cause some havoc,
There in the Ol' Town of Ravenshire.

But Father Time doth come to all,
And so did Ravenshires untimely fall.
The old ones faded,
And the young ones became jaded,
There in the Ol' Town of Ravenshire.

A deteriorating village, the Sea Folk did find,
And for a time the Fates were once again kind.
But the Shadow did rear its ugly head,
And many that once stood now lay dead,
There in the Ol' Town of Ravenshire.

The Peace of Samhain came,
But in the windows there was lit not a flame.
Bronwyn the Queen did fall into sorrow,
It sank into the people, into bone, into the morrow,
There in the Ol' Town of Ravenshire.

Yultide came and all fell down,
The Raven cried and left her Crown.
Those with wisdom left and fled,
Those without stayed and wound up dead,
And there lovers lay no more, no longer,
There in the Ol' Town of Ravenshire.

You can also check out some of my other (UOBaja-inspired) poetry at my Deviant Art Page. I have a couple other old stories and poems that I am recovering from one of my old hard drives that I might post later.

 

[SuperKen]

16!

That's quite a work, be proud of yourself.

When I was 16, I had learned to chain smoke, so uh, it looks like you win this one.

 

[Fyiera Fyre]

Word.