a wake

there was you and me and a million or more
and the old man himself stood guard at the door
keeping out muggers and martyrs and fools
who didn’t know when to abandon the rules
and dances were danced beneath crazy lights
and fighters were fighting their manifold fights
the walls were ringing like heaven’s own bells
and witches and warlocks were casting their spells
and the pair of us propped up by the bar
speaking of nothing, enjoying a jar
and you were so pretty I felt my heart break
the night that we gathered for the old man’s wake

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6 Comments

  1. damommza

     /  February 13, 2014

    This poem reads like the perfect start to a great storyline and flows with the last Rothfuss book. Since you haven’t read his books yet, that is rather amazing….I think his “yet to be finished” book should start with this poem..and I’m dying to know what comes next…excellent job..I’m just sorry it ends because there is a whole story in there…

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    • It actually felt to me like the start to a longer work, but it’s been kicking around for a while and I couldn’t see where to go, every effort I made felt forced, so I tidied it up and put it out as it stands 🙂

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  2. Taht woke mee up !! (Great 🙂 )
    * Nao ime awake 😉 *

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  3. ABabikerToo

     /  February 14, 2014

    Yeyuss, wenh yew izz saleeyup reeyuddeun yoeur aie bawllz habs ae bayud habbut ub taryyeun tew stykk tew deh paeyjjs!!

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