A short little funny text that I worked out in my head while I was hospitalized in the summer of 2006. This one goes out to my posè in Gnomeregan.


Seasons

Summers night, cold steel against your throat.
Autumn comes with poison running through your veins.
Begging for mercy in the winter with five combo points in the jury.
Spring jumps you like a blade through the chest.
Summer comes again and the rogue rests, his blade on your throat.




Poetry by skuggen
Read 676 times
Written on 2006-12-17 at 18:20

dott Save as a bookmark (requires login)
dott Write a comment (requires login)
dott Send as email (requires login)
dott Print text


Amanda K
well-written and all the best.
2007-02-12


Arti
Wow. Welcome to the bay. You're very talented.
2006-12-17


Zoya Zaidi
Skuggen, this is a life, through the four seasons,
Sad, but a poignant piece in its message of despair.

Welcome to the bay, dear Skuggen!

(((Hugs for that nice piece)))
Love, Zoya
2006-12-17


The H
This poem gave me a reason to live. Thank you skuggen, thank you.
2006-12-17