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Poetry News Post #3624

The Immortals of NoT

Written by: Scarecrow Beya Storm, Undead Wraith
Date: Friday, November 20th, 2009
Addressed to: Lord Thoth, the Endbringer


=========:The Immortals of NoT:==========
(Or, "another of Death's little lessons")
Glacian 14th, 523 AF:

One night, at NoT they met.
All three newbies, not died yet.
The first declared, "We are immortal,
and in dying, we come mortal!"
Fresh from loom, all three untouched
by vine or blade or venomlock.

Thus in discourse these immortals sat
indulging in their idle chat,
until the day the first decided,
he'd be immortal and unrivaled.

He punched secunda in the face,
Newbie kicked third, and left the place.

"After him!" the former fumed,
"He's dead as boots!" the second boomed.

They chased across the great east road;
Prima, secunda, third in tow-
and fell head first to Delos' water
and swam and ran to Shastaan harbour.

Cornered with his back to boats,
the attacker turned to the approach-
two angry newbies, soaked right through.
They both appeared formidable.

---

One morning, at NoT they met.
Two young newbies, soaking wet.
The first declared, "A sorry sight,
to see our friend dispatched last night."

Second agreed and shook his head,
pondered a moment, then he said,
"A foolish task to attack one on two.
Should've done what I did- checked

...MARKWHO."



No sooner had secunda said,
a swoosh of swords, a rolling head.
Secunda beamed, "I'm last alive,
I'll never feel death or his scythe!"
Secunda skipped in pure delight,
then squeaked an eek of utter fright.

The soul of prima says to you,
"Guess what."

"I also checked

MARKWHO."


A whirl of colours, vortex spat,
a dirk, a whip, and all of that.
The head of second, neck on spike
at NoT, another pike.

---


Sunset, evening, NoT.
there they say, those newbies three.

A foolish trio, mortals all
made mortal by those Mayan halls.

First said, bruised, "I must admit,
it was a silly thing to try to hit
you both at once without a thought
to getaway or your retort.

Third burbled, "Yeah, or my MARKWHO.
Not much the smartest thing to do."

"Still," said second, his face half-off,
"At least we got to meet Lord Thoth."


-Scarecrow Beya Storm

Penned by my hand on the 14th of Sarapin, in the year 524 AF.


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Poetry News Post #3624

The Immortals of NoT

Written by: Scarecrow Beya Storm, Undead Wraith
Date: Friday, November 20th, 2009
Addressed to: Lord Thoth, the Endbringer


=========:The Immortals of NoT:==========
(Or, "another of Death's little lessons")
Glacian 14th, 523 AF:

One night, at NoT they met.
All three newbies, not died yet.
The first declared, "We are immortal,
and in dying, we come mortal!"
Fresh from loom, all three untouched
by vine or blade or venomlock.

Thus in discourse these immortals sat
indulging in their idle chat,
until the day the first decided,
he'd be immortal and unrivaled.

He punched secunda in the face,
Newbie kicked third, and left the place.

"After him!" the former fumed,
"He's dead as boots!" the second boomed.

They chased across the great east road;
Prima, secunda, third in tow-
and fell head first to Delos' water
and swam and ran to Shastaan harbour.

Cornered with his back to boats,
the attacker turned to the approach-
two angry newbies, soaked right through.
They both appeared formidable.

---

One morning, at NoT they met.
Two young newbies, soaking wet.
The first declared, "A sorry sight,
to see our friend dispatched last night."

Second agreed and shook his head,
pondered a moment, then he said,
"A foolish task to attack one on two.
Should've done what I did- checked

...MARKWHO."



No sooner had secunda said,
a swoosh of swords, a rolling head.
Secunda beamed, "I'm last alive,
I'll never feel death or his scythe!"
Secunda skipped in pure delight,
then squeaked an eek of utter fright.

The soul of prima says to you,
"Guess what."

"I also checked

MARKWHO."


A whirl of colours, vortex spat,
a dirk, a whip, and all of that.
The head of second, neck on spike
at NoT, another pike.

---


Sunset, evening, NoT.
there they say, those newbies three.

A foolish trio, mortals all
made mortal by those Mayan halls.

First said, bruised, "I must admit,
it was a silly thing to try to hit
you both at once without a thought
to getaway or your retort.

Third burbled, "Yeah, or my MARKWHO.
Not much the smartest thing to do."

"Still," said second, his face half-off,
"At least we got to meet Lord Thoth."


-Scarecrow Beya Storm

Penned by my hand on the 14th of Sarapin, in the year 524 AF.


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