Silver-Gutted Lace

[AvistheCrow]

A poem that fits two characters in particular, I think, one being Randall and the other being entirely unrelated to MI so he doesn't belong here. ^_^ Again, please critique hard.


Golden-eyed I see your face
wrought from silver-gutted lace;
find your crow that holds the key
and hand down the long path to me.

Refuse to write a parting pass,
shine your light through broken glass
See what blessings you withheld;
Add soft gold your keep to meld.

Secret lies rising from dust,
satiate your power-lust
by making more than you can hold---
turn your broken glass to gold.

Hide your secret and your scorn
calm embrace the coming morn
throw away the crow-held key
and leave the errant path to me.

[RandallBoggs]

The first part sounds like opening a path that you can only follow by finding the right key.
I think the second one is about opening up yourself.
I think the thrid one has to do with being lied to and breaking through it.
I suppose the last part is not taking the easy way out, or unable to.

Pretty good.

[pitbulllady]

Both poems are pure genius, Avis! They could apply to many besides Randall, and that's part of their brilliance! What a wonderful muse this poor lizard monster has been for many of us, has he not? If only he knew...


pitbulllady

[RandallBoggs]

Well....he will know once the RPG is up and people actually join

[lizardgirl]

So touching...And Pitbulllady's right- this could apply to anyone who feels a bit lost. Brilliant! ;D