Postby Turcko » Fri Aug 21, 2020 5:12 pm
The Serene Stranger At Branishor - A Narrative Poem
by Argoth
One day at the Temple gate,
I met a man selling ale,
For money he wanted to swap,
But I really wanted a robe.
"Got any robes?" asked I.
"For that's how I'll spend my plat."
"No robes here!" said the guy.
He seemed to find it quite funny.
"We've got some lovely ciders,
I'll give you a very fine price."
"I'd rather kiss some spiders."
The man blinked rapidly thrice.
The man seemed exceptionally brainy,
And his manner was strangely amused.
He wasn't what I would call zany,
Great disdain he noticeably oozed.
Like others, he thought I was odd,
Some say I'm a bit tall.
Still he gave me a courteous nod,
As if he thought I was plenty cool.
So in search of my goal I departed,
But before the Temple could I leave,
The man came running full-hearted,
"I can help you I believe."
"Robes, tunics, you shall find.
Robes, tunics, you can get.
You must now open your mind,
And get down to Branishor Market.
So to Branishor Market I decided to go,
In search of the robes I craved.
The wind it did eerily blow.
But I felt that the day could be saved.
There were stalls selling tunics,
Tunics in many shades.
There were even stalls selling swords
People were scattered from many trades
I was greeted by a peculiar lady,
She seemed to be rather tall
I couldn't help thinking she might be quite shady.
I wondered if she was at all cool.
Before I could open my mouth,
She shouted, "For you, I have some robes!"
I headed towards her, to the south,
Past some tunics and rings.
"But how did you know?" I asked,
"Do you want them or not?" she did say.
Silently, the robes she passed.
Then vanished before I could pay.
As I walked away I heard a crackle
Or was it, perhaps, a hushed cackle?
Turcko, Falx Monde, Ivan Monde, Argoth