mythago said:
What, no sonnets allowed? Hrumph.
Well, they're not
technically disallowed...
The gods got drunk and fell into a bliss;
A slumber lasting for a thousand years.
A world sprang forth in their golden chalice
From divine wine and all their hopes and fears.
When they awoke they cheered with elation
As they beheld the world made from their dreams.
They called it the finest in creation,
But nothing in Chalice is as it seems.
Of monsters are the chosen people made:
Griffons, blink dogs, unicorns, and gorgons,
Pegasi, displacer beasts all arrayed.
If there is more to tell, it is lore gone
For mysteries abound when down is up
On a world than sits in a Golden Cup.
-- I
am Bic Pentameter!
