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|This starts out like 'A second Jennara's Poem' I know because after I wrote that one I thought the beginning would make a fine poem to dedicate to all of those people who felt a loss when the Red Dragon Inn closed down. Or have ever lost a place of roleplay.||
A pity it was to say final farewell
But not worth mourning over
Mere planks of wood and window panes.
I weep over what souls were lost.
Scattered to the winds as their place fell.
Friends go their seperate ways
Ties earoded by waves of time.
And what bonds could have been made
Are forgotten in the wanderings to come.
Nothing more than a door to enter
A chair to rest a weary form
A mug of what whomever wishes
To quench the traveler's thirst.
To a glance that's what it may be.
To a patron's eye it was the house
Where a heart felt it should be.
So tis something more than lumber and glass
Was the home of friendships
With all their love and hate.
It was the place where we all met
To find our own true fate.
|A second Jennara's Poem||Greenslie (1)|
|No Idea||Greenslie (2)|