ElizaCreststeel
Wiki Staff
Years ago, the epic bard of Pirates Online Dread Poet would lead gatherings of us salts in Storytime. An evening of tales, poems and yarns. I was very fortunate to not have only participated in these events but Dread was kind enough to ask me to host once or twice.
Many of the offerings I would give on those nights were prepared only moments before I were to speak them to the throng, while some were crafted with a bit more forethought.
I thought I would regale with a few of those past ramblings here... this first one was an ode to Dread himself.
Treasure Beyond Measure
For a treasure beyond measure
a dreaded pirate set his course.
Such a black-hearted buccaneer
Stealing what he wilt by force.
No loot escaped his clutches
Nor hidden hoard his avarice eye.
He plundered many a town and ship
rooting out where any trinkets lie.
As his chests filled to overflow
the pirate's soul ebbed cold.
To him, nothing was as empty
as his ship's laden hold.
On the darkest of sullen days
his last bounty he could not suffer.
He tossed aside silver and gem alike
but an old box held a curious luster.
Were a miracle this golden find.
A thing most wondrous and rare.
Not to be hidden or buried
but given away and shared.
The more charitable was his heart
the more his soul became anew.
For as much as he gave away
his newest riches only grew.
This precious cargo found he
was not rare jewels nor gold.
A crude box of books and paper,
tomes filled with tales of olde.
A dreaded pirate set his course
for countless buried treasure.
But, were his wealth of words
made him a bard beyond measure.
------ A bit sappy, perhaps.
Many of the offerings I would give on those nights were prepared only moments before I were to speak them to the throng, while some were crafted with a bit more forethought.
I thought I would regale with a few of those past ramblings here... this first one was an ode to Dread himself.
Treasure Beyond Measure
For a treasure beyond measure
a dreaded pirate set his course.
Such a black-hearted buccaneer
Stealing what he wilt by force.
No loot escaped his clutches
Nor hidden hoard his avarice eye.
He plundered many a town and ship
rooting out where any trinkets lie.
As his chests filled to overflow
the pirate's soul ebbed cold.
To him, nothing was as empty
as his ship's laden hold.
On the darkest of sullen days
his last bounty he could not suffer.
He tossed aside silver and gem alike
but an old box held a curious luster.
Were a miracle this golden find.
A thing most wondrous and rare.
Not to be hidden or buried
but given away and shared.
The more charitable was his heart
the more his soul became anew.
For as much as he gave away
his newest riches only grew.
This precious cargo found he
was not rare jewels nor gold.
A crude box of books and paper,
tomes filled with tales of olde.
A dreaded pirate set his course
for countless buried treasure.
But, were his wealth of words
made him a bard beyond measure.
------ A bit sappy, perhaps.
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