First Feast of the Maker 2001

I submitted this to the "intro" competition for the first Feast of the Maker gathering in Cyan Chat. It wasnt chosen but, hey, this is my site ;)


Beneath Dni cave's great ceiling height,
(two miles down dark from gold sunlight),
glowing bright orange sparks fill dim, damp bay.


There pale-eyed throngs boat from stone-piered shores,
bear gifts they float from Age-filled stores
they set aside for this great day.


This holiday tells what life is for,
and whose grace it is that bids them soar
on page-d wings through time and space.
Today's the day they laugh, embrace,
and meet once more


On great stone streets they sing, they eat, they cheer each other with joyous heart.
They swirl, they dance in marble's beams
in ornate guilds with embroidered gleams
on flowing robes, or in spacious building's roofless manse
whose glowing globes are barely glanced
through darting shadows on their walls.

-~~~~~~
SALAR,


Riven, D'ni, Uru images (c) Cyan Worlds, Inc. All rights reserved.

We didnt have a contest the second time, but I had a little whatsit ready anyway. This one is also in honor of the Cyan Chat Reunions. (Yes, its updated. I changed Mudpie to Uru :) Happy chatters trickle in from outside. Their slow pooling sounds like rising soft tide Like sand bars, the text flows downward faster As speed builds, eyes work hard it to master As each voice is raised, it joins, swells the throng Cho is now merry, filled with jokes and song (& too much froggy juice before too long :) Some thank great Yahvo, some just say hello We'll all have some fun before we must go We'll dance, we'll tease, we'll speak much of D'ni What will these be like when Uru we see?

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