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Topic Started: May 17 2017, 01:27 PM (29 Views)
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The Rules

Two weddings, both alike in dignity,
Set for the twenty-second of this June,
were declared for island ceremony,
bless'd thus by goddess on their sac'red ground.
And on occasion of this happy day,
when true love's blight was set to wash away,
There came poor luck, by chance, mischief and grief,
A wretched vessel left upon the reef.
(though ask not of its captain for reason,
he'll only gripe and moan his poor fortune).
Thus did event turn to horizons new,
three isles: of death, noir and murder too--
upon shores lurking winged fantasy,
attired with skulls, haunted with caw'ing crows,
land lovers alike with victor'ous foes.
When landing did they find no magic worked,
this despite being lofty refugees,
exalted royalty and deity.
Still did they honor their lost with a song,
a vocal violin which can be played,
to call upon a dreamers faith
in their own decency -- for though it be frayed,
they remained unaware of the dangers,
beneath the sea, fanged maidens, and beast,
of such woe as to call cries of 'Kraken!',
that shrill heraldic warning of its feast.
Nor was their rest to be found within hills,
crowned narcotic glades ending ring'd cliffs,
upon which gorge tricksters -- oft left bereft
of joyful company -- on playful tiffs.
Keeping score of these wicked revelries,
prisoner players can achieve of each --
gifted no points in excess of twenty.
Though the thirtieth of June shall come soon --
not ev'ry passenger lives to full moon,
nor be given answers to their mis'ry.

I aim not to say no delight is found,
bliss is upon that secret, hallowed ground.
For a few may have the unearned luck,
to have eyes graced by purple flowers plucked,
thus flit and fly away shall gender norms
false pretense, to grant these bountiful few,
satisfaction and pleasure thunderstorms.
Their forms conforming to velvet adieu
of minding a watcher's eyes upon you.

Yet if escape is what they still cherish,
and to swim away they simply do not relish,
there be but a few bridges made of sand,
connecting each storm-struck island's peak land.
If to survive the week's Eichen mystique,
these players abide these rules I now speak.
Else Event a liar call,
so good night unto you all.
I bid farewell with this here cheerful thought,
Until the game will start upon that pier,
our company may yet survive onslaught,
For as is well known: we are all mad here.

Edited by Daniella Faye, May 17 2017, 05:51 PM.
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