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A World Without Adventure
HenryII

As a man of many syllables,
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but just a single name,
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I have spent my life unwisely
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and I’ll end without acclaim
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without ballads of my travels
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without trinkets, without fame
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without friends to mourn my passing
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though I’ll pass on all the same.
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We’re in a world of wingless pixies
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songless sirens; dead undead
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where manatees are mermaids
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and a dragon’s myth instead;
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where the unicorns are hornless
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and beliefs are filled with doubt
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and where proof is always needed
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to believe in things without.
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Where the witch hunters had done so well
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they've taken other trades
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and where mages have retired
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and the knights have rusted blades;
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where the coopers and the fletchers
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have been rendered obsolete
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and where bards forgot the tales
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of the heroes we’ll never meet.
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In this world devoid of magic
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where believers are thought fools;
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where the stars have lost their meaning
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and the rich make up our rules;
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where adventures now are guided
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or confined to a passing thought—
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if this is where we’re living
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then I guess I’d rather not.
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~Anonymous Adventurer
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15 Feb 13


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Bless thee who performs such a song and dance.

This is a welcome rhyme of olde, though a few areas weren't as rhythmic as others, I am nay to nitpick.  

Nice to see you back in the swamp, Henri!

How are the zombies doing in Delaware?
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