for one weekend we leave the normal whirl
and pass from our world to a sort of space
where gods and monsters walk with easy pace
where someone is enarmoured like an earl
and eye is drawn to nearly-naked girl
a creature walks right by with heavy mace
one sees a joker and one sees an ace
and somewhere eldritch pipes still wail and skirl
a journey of few steps but many years
and these are folk who find the world too small
and hope for something different in the rain
whose hearts have overflowed with urgent tears
but who still listen for the distant call
and in the meanwhile seek to ease the pain
Odd ravings, comments, and other wastes of time. Some are in plain prose, yet others are in rhyme.
03 September 2007
beyond cosplay
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