A Poem for the Anons

[Blind Blindness]

Oh Anon

How art thee like a roasted tulip?
Or a succulent butter cookie?

Does thee not cry like a wounded deer?
Or a bipolar Dr. Seuss with Green Eggs
And Ham

Does the world not tilt its axis unto the Americas
And embrace spirituality and diversity?

Does thee write,
Does thee crotchet?

Or does thee weave its web
Like the Orb spider on a moonlit night

Caressing its prey
Into goddess fortune?

Oh how I thank thee
With all my breath and
That of postulant status

A warrior at heart
A gem in the light
And a sprightly sight
That makes its way into warmth
Every night.

Thank you for the gifts of which have been superseded
By none other than yours truly

By default I do decree
Your status as pure subtlety

Yet the perpetrator and victim
May remain at rest

As you maneuver through the guild and beyond
With stories of untold flattery
And one night psalms

I bid you adieu
A stranger no more
But do remember this:
The guild is indeed....an open door.  

[Paladin Magnus Dawnguard]

Blind Blindness

Oh Anon

How art thee like a roasted tulip?
Or a succulent butter cookie?

Does thee not cry like a wounded deer?
Or a bipolar Dr. Seuss with Green Eggs
And Ham

Does the world not tilt its axis unto the Americas
And embrace spirituality and diversity?

Does thee write,
Does thee crotchet?

Or does thee weave its web
Like the Orb spider on a moonlit night

Caressing its prey
Into goddess fortune?

Oh how I thank thee
With all my breath and
That of postulant status

A warrior at heart
A gem in the light
And a sprightly sight
That makes its way into warmth
Every night.

Thank you for the gifts of which have been superseded
By none other than yours truly

By default I do decree
Your status as pure subtlety

Yet the perpetrator and victim
May remain at rest

As you maneuver through the guild and beyond
With stories of untold flattery
And one night psalms

I bid you adieu
A stranger no more
But do remember this:
The guild is indeed....an open door.

So beautifully written!!!!! You're a fantastic poet!!!!! That ending, does it mean the anon(s) got revealed? They have been so nice and truly great!!  

[Blind Blindness]

Paladin Magnus Dawnguard

Blind Blindness

Oh Anon

How art thee like a roasted tulip?
Or a succulent butter cookie?

Does thee not cry like a wounded deer?
Or a bipolar Dr. Seuss with Green Eggs
And Ham

Does the world not tilt its axis unto the Americas
And embrace spirituality and diversity?

Does thee write,
Does thee crotchet?

Or does thee weave its web
Like the Orb spider on a moonlit night

Caressing its prey
Into goddess fortune?

Oh how I thank thee
With all my breath and
That of postulant status

A warrior at heart
A gem in the light
And a sprightly sight
That makes its way into warmth
Every night.

Thank you for the gifts of which have been superseded
By none other than yours truly

By default I do decree
Your status as pure subtlety

Yet the perpetrator and victim
May remain at rest

As you maneuver through the guild and beyond
With stories of untold flattery
And one night psalms

I bid you adieu
A stranger no more
But do remember this:
The guild is indeed....an open door.

So beautifully written!!!!! You're a fantastic poet!!!!! That ending, does it mean the anon(s) got revealed? They have been so nice and truly great!!

THANK YOU!! That means a lot to hear you say that. mrgreen 4laugh

It is left up to interpretation wink  

[beaulolais]

it reminds me of a masked ball in the old style

meant to be tempting and alluring  

[Blind Blindness]

beaulolais

it reminds me of a masked ball in the old style

meant to be tempting and alluring

Thank you 3nodding