[size=4]Old poems, probably from the time of this thread.
From my account, Numerius Felix, character page:
[font=Times][b][b][b][i]The Cave Dwellers[/i][/b][/b][/b][/font]
[font=Times][b][b][i]We prey on limits.[/i][/b][/b][/font]
[font=Times][b][b][i]We tear through the niches and cracks of nothingness[/i][/b][/b][/font]
[font=Times][b][b][i]And grow the tiniest scratches into canyons. [/i][/b][/b][/font]
[font=Times][b][b][i]Through them sweep sheenless dreams[/i][/b][/b][/font]
[font=Times][b][b][i]The roots of everything, [/i][/b][/b][/font]
[font=Times][b][b][i]Flowing everywhere.[/i][/b][/b][/font]
[font=Times][b][b][i]When we feed on the void, reality blooms forth.[/i][/b][/b][/font]
[font=Times][b][b][i]When reality is forgotten, we devour it.[/i][/b][/b][/font]
[font=Times][b][b][i]Marvels tear through. [/i][/b][/b][/font]
[font=Times][b][b][i]You rend through marvels, [/i][/b][/b][/font]
[font=Times][b][b][i]And we take them too.[/i][/b][/b][/font]
[font=Times][b][b][i]Making room[/i][/b][/b][/font]
[font=Times][b][b][i]For miracles.[/i][/b][/b][/font]
[font=Times][b][b][i]The void feeds us,[/i][/b][/b][/font]
[font=Times][b][b][i]Wonder feeds you.[/i][/b][/b][/font]
[font=Times][b][b][i]What are your 'inventions' ?[/i][/b][/b][/font]
[font=Times][b][b][i]Your 'arts' ?[/i][/b][/b][/font]
[font=Times][b][b][i]They are what remains[/i][/b][/b][/font]
[font=Times][b][b][i]When we ravage your hollow minds.[/i][/b][/b][/font]
[font=Times][b][b][i]What are your inventors and thinkers?[/i][/b][/b][/font]
[font=Times][b][b][i]They are the ones for whom[/i][/b][/b][/font]
[font=Times][b][b][i]We show no mercy.[/i][/b][/b][/font]
[font=Times][b][b][i]We are shades, the liberators of miracles.[/i][/b][/b][/font]
[font=Times][b][b][i]We prey on stagnancy; we open space [/i][/b][/b][/font]
[font=Times][b][b][i]For novelty.[/i][/b][/b][/font]
[font=Times][b][b][i]We fill your empty heads[/i][/b][/b][/font]
[font=Times][b][b][i]With dreams.[/i][/b][/b][/font]
[font=Times][b][b][i]We deliver you from the light of the stars[/i][/b][/b][/font]
My personal favorite of the three, wish I'd seen this a few months ago...:
[color=#000000][font=Times][background=rgb(249, 240, 213)][b][b][i][b]The collapse[/b][/i][/b][/b]
[b][b][i]I threw myself, hurtling, out of the dark cave[/i][/b][/b]
[b][b][i]Where I had been hiding, imagining flights[/i][/b][/b]
[b][b][i]And asking questions about a strange world.[/i][/b][/b]
[b][b][i]There outside the cave, I found a set of books[/i][/b][/b]
[b][b][i]Each striving to fill my brain, to prevent[/i][/b][/b]
[b][b][i]Any other book from reaching in.[/i][/b][/b]
[b][b][i]But I wouldn't have it. I kept them all out.[/i][/b][/b]
[b][b][i]I kept their knowledge where it was, and[/i][/b][/b]
[b][b][i]I opened them when I needed to.[/i][/b][/b]
[b][b][i]And what seemed like hours became days,[/i][/b][/b]
[b][b][i]And what seemed like days became months.[/i][/b][/b]
[b][b][i]As I became filled with the knowledge[/i][/b][/b]
[b][b][i]Of what each book could tell me[/i][/b][/b]
[b][b][i]And of nothing else.[/i][/b][/b]
[b][b][i]One day, I grew bored of the books[/i][/b][/b]
[b][b][i]And descended back into the cave.[/i][/b][/b][/background][/font][/color]
[color=#000000][font=Times][background=rgb(249, 240, 213)][b]Writings from before the collapse[/b][/background][/font][/color][color=#000000][font=Times][background=rgb(249, 240, 213)]I float and I join the Air,[/background][/font][/color]
[color=#000000][font=Times][background=rgb(249, 240, 213)]I follow the tides of the wind,[/background][/font][/color]
[color=#000000][font=Times][background=rgb(249, 240, 213)]Floating over gates,[/background][/font][/color]
[color=#000000][font=Times][background=rgb(249, 240, 213)]And floating through.[/background][/font][/color]
[color=#000000][font=Times][background=rgb(249, 240, 213)]Catching stray pages and thoughts,[/background][/font][/color]
[color=#000000][font=Times][background=rgb(249, 240, 213)]Old and new.[/background][/font][/color]
[color=#000000][font=Times][background=rgb(249, 240, 213)]I throw my concerns to the earth below,[/background][/font][/color]
[color=#000000][font=Times][background=rgb(249, 240, 213)]Not caring where they might fall.[/background][/font][/color]
[color=#000000][font=Times][background=rgb(249, 240, 213)]Perhaps I might dive[/background][/font][/color]
[color=#000000][font=Times][background=rgb(249, 240, 213)]With intent to land,[/background][/font][/color]
[color=#000000][font=Times][background=rgb(249, 240, 213)]And carry you away.[/background][/font][/color]
[color=#000000][font=Times][background=rgb(249, 240, 213)]I have been called Minty.
Mints are wonderful plants.
They occlude pain
Calming upset bodies.
Most of the work of the mint is in the mind,
Yet it has powerful effects,
Dangerous effects.
Calm is powerful,
Dangerous.
The cave shimmers with black moss,
Warm air blows from its depths.
The life that thrives within
Could as easily be you
As it could be the creepers
That spread its length.[/background][/font][/color]
I regret not revisiting this account sooner.[/size]