Odes to Murometz

1. Odes to Murometz

   #1

   That blackheart of Manhattan,
   the mischievous Prince of Satin.
   He once made a game,
   put all others to shame,
   He only speaks vulgar latin

2. Re: Odes to Murometz

   #2

   Thought great are the games beginnings,
   impossible are the heroes winnings,
   the games all suffer the same sorry fate,
   to die in the middle at a randomly set date,
   mournful are his players.
   
   

3. Re: Odes to Murometz

   #3

   Awesome, Silveressa!
   
   I feel this thread really captures his magnificent essence!

4. Re: Odes to Murometz

   #4

   Those are 2 awesome stanzas!  :lol:

5. Re: Odes to Murometz

   #5

   Murometz, Piper
   Lured from Retirement
   This Cynical Soul

6. Re: Odes to Murometz

   #6

   And now a Haiku. Wow, I'm touched!

7. Re: Odes to Murometz

   #7

   Cold gusts of wind
   against fortified Citadel Walls
   Night has fallen
   
   Murometz paces
   His pulse steady
   A twenty year vigil
   
   

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