Yer Momma (akaneko) wrote in unthunk_poet,
Yer Momma
akaneko
unthunk_poet

I am ze Akane, a 19-ish person of the birthday February 14th and such. Whee! These are not new poetry-thingses but that is what later posts are for. NOW BEGINS THE POETIC UBER-POST~! MUAHAHAHAHA!



"Courage"

To seek the unsought, to think the unthought,
To sing an unsung song,
To fight the battle, gone unfought -
To care, and carry on.



"The End"

We're here to mourn the passing of
The great ideals of truth and love
And turn our gaze to stars above
And wonder, what is coming?

The sweet caress of starry night
Bathes each of us in gentle light
And many dreams are given flight
But alas, their wings are broken.

But Death is kind, so do not weep
Pretend it's naught but endless sleep
And do not cry of darkness deep
Or wonder, what is coming?



"The Ballad of Kandori" (unfinished)

In the Age of the Monarchs, near the Dynasty's death
There arose a hero from the Isles of Tret
And this hero, whose name is spoken wide and far
This great hero was Kandori - Rhai Kandori of the Sar.

Young Kandori was a hoodlum in the Isles' old way
Was a thief by night, was a beggar by day
And this orphan who stole, that his brothers might eat
This young orphan was Kandori - young Kandori of the street.

In the streets of the city where Kandori was young
There were thieves, there were pirates, there were every sort of scum
And our hero, whose survival seemed iffy at best
This great beggar was Kandori - young Kandori of the West.

Rough Kandori joined the pirates of the mighty Tretian Sea
But the 'lubber got as seasick as a sailor can be
And this pirate, whose skill was scrubbing galleys like a slave
This fierce pirate was Kandori - rough Kandori of the waves.

After sixteen months of sailing, sick Kandori got his break
When a sympathetic portsman said his passport was a fake
And this outlaw, who cried, "But I bought it from the best!"
This great outlaw was Kandori - rough Kandori of the West.

Swift Kandori spent his summer in the Eastern Kyrie Jail
But it wasn't on the water, so he thought it quite swell
And this inmate, whose skill at picking locks was quite superb
This good inmate was Kandori - swift Kandori of the curb.

In the streets of the city where Kandori was held
Our Kandori made a living having secrets to sell
And our hero, who always bid the warden "Morning!" at first light
This fine agent was Kandori - swift Kandori of the night.



"Children of Snow"

Who are these children -
Have they lost their way?
Where did they come from?
Where shall they stay?

All of these children,
Lost in the snow -
What did they come for?
Where shall they go?

They're waiting for someone,
Just who, no one knows.
They're waiting for someone,
These children of snow.

Who are these children -
Are they far from home?
Don't they have someone,
Or are they alone?

All of these children,
Lost in the grey -
Why are they so solemn?
Don't they know how to play?

They're waiting for someone,
Just who, no one knows.
They're waiting for someone,
These children of snow.

~Akane
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