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i once was a tree
growing in Cytheran woods
then a woodsman came

chopped down all of me
split me up into long planks
oh @#&% now i'm dead

but it is not so!
i am alive still, somehow
...though i'm in pieces

one piece in the roof
lots more built into the floor-
i'm architecture?

part of a tavern
somewhere in Cademia
where i get walked on

but not only that
aside from the mass of feet
more to contend with

daily bar room brawls
drinks spilled on me all the time
setting me on fire

arrows stuck in me
and the relentless daggers
stabbed in my floor boards

not to mention rain
(my roof boards mercilessly
having been ripped off)

it's a hard-knocked life
did i get a choice in it?
oh no, i did not!

so what should i do?
there remains only one choice...
you all get splinters!

This post has been edited by iKaterei: 23 March 2007 - 03:58 AM

Poor tree!

I like your poem.

Very nice, Katerei, quite unique.

On an unrelated note, ssuming the tavern the tree refers to is The Alraeican Tavern, then it shouldn't complain: it gets repaired by repair magic all the time, after all.

yes, it was the Alraeican Tavern, but i couldn't identify it by name because i didn't know how many syllables were in 'Alraeican'.

Finally, someone else writes a poem! Nice job, Kat.