SHORES OF EVENING(US) - 'The Shore of Evening' 1985
Posted: Fri Mar 19, 2010 12:58 am
Ta-daaa!
For N.W.O.O.F.G.M. and whoever else it may concern.
I had been warned via notes slipped under my chamber door as thunder rode the darkened heavens, of a strange force which travelled the kingdom. Said to assume the shape of a toad-faced fish with tentacular limbs in the ocular of mortals, its legend preceded it like fleeing slaves escaping the whips of warlords. This impending doom brought a tempest to my soul, my courage hung like tattered rags about my body and I wept in the recesses of lightless corridors.
In the gloom I found my North Star in my memories of ancient tomes once read, I fought to recall the arcane passages many a night, and at last it caught flame within my mind as I gazed inwardly upon secrets I now would recite in hope of respite amidst the end of days.
The symbols were drawn in chalk and oaken wands traced the light.
As the vortex raged around my protective wizardry I called out my wish, my cry for knowledge. So many visions had I witnessed wherein one single item shone grail-like beyond my mortal hands, always was I left fallen to my knees with tears of denied conquest staining the shores of dream. But now I held the keys in my astral hands, and I crossed that bridge to redemption! The winds fled whence they came and the candles reclaimed their soft glow, I lay short of breath upon the familiar floor...
Now it was in my hands, the ultimate secret... I stumbled across the chamber, clambered, barely keeping from dropping the object I held; the obsidian disc was mine, I was soon to bask in its weave of melodies, soon to review its secrets, I carried on, to the shores of evening. ...
But, what lies beyond is your quest and yours alone weary traveller.
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For N.W.O.O.F.G.M. and whoever else it may concern.
I had been warned via notes slipped under my chamber door as thunder rode the darkened heavens, of a strange force which travelled the kingdom. Said to assume the shape of a toad-faced fish with tentacular limbs in the ocular of mortals, its legend preceded it like fleeing slaves escaping the whips of warlords. This impending doom brought a tempest to my soul, my courage hung like tattered rags about my body and I wept in the recesses of lightless corridors.
In the gloom I found my North Star in my memories of ancient tomes once read, I fought to recall the arcane passages many a night, and at last it caught flame within my mind as I gazed inwardly upon secrets I now would recite in hope of respite amidst the end of days.
The symbols were drawn in chalk and oaken wands traced the light.
As the vortex raged around my protective wizardry I called out my wish, my cry for knowledge. So many visions had I witnessed wherein one single item shone grail-like beyond my mortal hands, always was I left fallen to my knees with tears of denied conquest staining the shores of dream. But now I held the keys in my astral hands, and I crossed that bridge to redemption! The winds fled whence they came and the candles reclaimed their soft glow, I lay short of breath upon the familiar floor...
Now it was in my hands, the ultimate secret... I stumbled across the chamber, clambered, barely keeping from dropping the object I held; the obsidian disc was mine, I was soon to bask in its weave of melodies, soon to review its secrets, I carried on, to the shores of evening. ...
But, what lies beyond is your quest and yours alone weary traveller.
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