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I'm a Poet, there are plenty of other poets here as well. There are also a number of good Fantasy Artists (even if they dont want to admit it) loitering in the threads...How about a '101 Fantasy Poems for Cancer Research' book with Art on the opposing plates. We could even get someone like Paizo to publish it as a Children's book of Fantasy Poetry and Art.
Sean
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Fae on the Bridge
What bloody matted hair this raven of the wood,
She holds the bridge tween Alfhiem and Orclands.
Sword nicked and stained with stomach acid of a
thousand angry foe furious for her flesh and bone.
Naked ivory flesh beneath a thousand fine scales of
armor long since failed.
Halav, love her in the winter of the moment as the
next Bullywug converges on her from afar. Swift,
precise movements turning again and again in the
intestines of her foe, blood dropping, bile sprayed
across the timbers and stone.
Arrows from afar now. A hail of eternity.
Furious and direct they come with ripples of unnatural
air gliding over the wind and thumb.
She succumbs to their veil of certainty. A bakers dozen.
Shafts of wood with shell barbs cutting into her
and leaving their poisons.
She falls to timber, descends into stream. It is done.
SR Meaney (18-06-2009)