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Poetry News Post #5399

Of Ballistas and Ballet

Written by: Ballerina Stefana Vorondil, the Ballistic Bard
Date: Thursday, March 21st, 2019
Addressed to: Everyone


Are you lonely or heartbroken?
Do your cares upon you weigh?
Then set a course for open ocean
Try ballistas and ballet!

If you're dying to forget
The man you couldn't bid to stay
An arabesque or pirouette
Will keep that loneliness at bay!

When my galley breaks the silence
Those Kashari sail away
They are not deterred by violence
But they hate the way I play!

A touch of grace cures many ails
And those it won't, just fire away
To get some wind back in your sails
You need ballistas and ballet!

For weary mind or aching heart
There is just one cure, I say
So stand en face and hurl a dart
And make those monstrous fishes pay!

The Sea cares not for petty drama
The stage can't hear a word you say
So weep and wallow if you wanna
But that won't wash your toils away!

So my friend, be not a victim,
There is no qualm around today
That's too robust of an affliction
For ballistas and ballet!

Penned by my hand on the 12th of Aeguary, in the year 796 AF.


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Poetry News Post #5399

Of Ballistas and Ballet

Written by: Ballerina Stefana Vorondil, the Ballistic Bard
Date: Thursday, March 21st, 2019
Addressed to: Everyone


Are you lonely or heartbroken?
Do your cares upon you weigh?
Then set a course for open ocean
Try ballistas and ballet!

If you're dying to forget
The man you couldn't bid to stay
An arabesque or pirouette
Will keep that loneliness at bay!

When my galley breaks the silence
Those Kashari sail away
They are not deterred by violence
But they hate the way I play!

A touch of grace cures many ails
And those it won't, just fire away
To get some wind back in your sails
You need ballistas and ballet!

For weary mind or aching heart
There is just one cure, I say
So stand en face and hurl a dart
And make those monstrous fishes pay!

The Sea cares not for petty drama
The stage can't hear a word you say
So weep and wallow if you wanna
But that won't wash your toils away!

So my friend, be not a victim,
There is no qualm around today
That's too robust of an affliction
For ballistas and ballet!

Penned by my hand on the 12th of Aeguary, in the year 796 AF.


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