The Ruin

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 mist

And beasts in noxious pools asleep

Her gentle footsteps lightly placed

Wakes an ancient slumbering form

It turns and looks with sightless eyes

Such impudence in one so young

To hunt a Mother and her brood

Now hesitant and wary still

She waits, an eerie calm descends

And watching with a strange third sight

As silently she moves and turns

And seethes with anger and despair

At such a beast that hides within

A 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.