And as the skies to shine with blue
the silver sheen will never fade
simplicity in words will give you a clue
to where the kinsman bade....
And yet still the dawn may fade
in the rising of the sun
and great is the blood that flows
under the moonlit glade....
But still believe that though the words
be simple in structure and meaning;
and thought the wyvern in the curds
that such are most misleading;
(feel free to join in verse)
Confusion, so the wyvern thought,
is such a normal state of mind
for those who never drink the drought
of wisdom men do find;
And so the wondered day may end
with wonder still implied;
with wyvern thought in river bend
in worldly, too, he sighed.
(that's okay so do I you can join anyway it makes it interesting)
The moon did rise upon a ship
sailing amidst a sea of stars
as distraught wyvern did water sip
under the gaze of planet Mars...

And though the wyvern did not think of it,
Salek was certainly not meant to be a poet.

Thank you, the wyvern said,
to one who's messages are not unread.

And as the wyvern stood in thought
to wonder who the wonderer willed;
that sends him such simple thoughts
and what these thoughts distilled--

And then a cry out of darkness came
a plea of explanation nigh
that seemingly would be question named
but not but named question why???


oh, how horrid are three periods in a row
if you think of female troubles, you'll know

How poetry doth wreck my soul
and plant within it springs of thyme
and tear my mind to a gaping hole
whilst trying to find a suitable rhyme

It is so boring so far here....no-one that I know and nothing to do....why am I here? because I am bored out of my mind. Simple enough......