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Poetry News Post #5661

Caer Witrin: A Sonnet

Written by: Tanaf Al'kashaf, Outrider
Date: Sunday, March 28th, 2021
Addressed to: Everyone


A mountain village high above the vale,
Where artists come to celebrate their craft
With fellow dilettantes, hardy and hale,
Who sing a merry tune and raise a glass
In honor of The Bard by Whom we're blessed.
The Caer has seen its share of troubled times.
A truth to which the archers can attest,
Who pay the guilty for their artless crimes
And buy a Highland peace within the Caer.
So, if you have a vibrant song to sing,
A canvas waiting for a dab of paint,
And if you wish to climb the Highland stair;
Be certain that it's only love you bring.
You need not be a pauper nor a saint
To find yourself at home in Winter's Caer.

Penned by my hand on the 10th of Sarapin, in the year 855 AF.


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Poetry News Post #5661

Caer Witrin: A Sonnet

Written by: Tanaf Al'kashaf, Outrider
Date: Sunday, March 28th, 2021
Addressed to: Everyone


A mountain village high above the vale,
Where artists come to celebrate their craft
With fellow dilettantes, hardy and hale,
Who sing a merry tune and raise a glass
In honor of The Bard by Whom we're blessed.
The Caer has seen its share of troubled times.
A truth to which the archers can attest,
Who pay the guilty for their artless crimes
And buy a Highland peace within the Caer.
So, if you have a vibrant song to sing,
A canvas waiting for a dab of paint,
And if you wish to climb the Highland stair;
Be certain that it's only love you bring.
You need not be a pauper nor a saint
To find yourself at home in Winter's Caer.

Penned by my hand on the 10th of Sarapin, in the year 855 AF.


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