These are the first couple of stanzas I've written that features my world. Poetry by it's very nature can sometimes by quite difficult to 'pin down' and so can mean different things to different people, which for my purposes works just fine.
My intention here is to post pieces of the poem as I write them, sometimes a single stanza, sometimes a couple or more, and then play through them with my own free-form method of play. It is influenced to a small degree by Chris Engles Matrix system, which uses 'rational argument' to resolve conflict. The link there should give you all the information you need to get a vague idea of what I'm trying to do.
Now, those stanzas...
Vast crumbling columns wreathed in mistAnd beasts in noxious pools asleepHer gentle footsteps lightly placedWakes an ancient slumbering formIt turns and looks with sightless eyesSuch impudence in one so youngTo hunt a Mother and her broodNow hesitant and wary stillShe waits, an eerie calm descendsAnd watching with a strange third sightAs silently she moves and turnsAnd seethes with anger and despairAt such a beast that hides withinA countenance so fair
So, the next post will be me playing through this little vignette. I've gone through it a couple of times already if truth be known but not while taking any great care with the rules, and it was more just to see if it would actually be possible to do this at all. I was quite pleased with how it played out though.