The Reds of Crimson-ness

[Lance Thunnigan]

|1] Crimson-y void|

Speckled spotted leaves fall from trees.
Freckled splattered apples hang from them.
Flittery flattery little winged creatures live among them.
And littleish wittleish fairies dance about them.

I stared into the void. It told me something.
It told me that the crimson brain trolls wished me no harm.
I thought for a moment. Then nodded to myself.

The void spoke to me. It told me they only invade my brain,
To tell me their thoughts and ambitions.

I nodded to myself.

Then I asked the void a question. It didn't reply.
It smacked my cheek, and sent me off.
I nodded to myself.

-S. Lovett
Crimson Advisor of Trollsbane
Pupil under the Astral Bard

[Lance Thunnigan]

|2] Zyloaxoproliphicoxonophobic|

I visited my friend, the void again.

To get there I trudged knee deep through swamps,
Fiddle-faddled with gnolls, threw bones to skeletons,
Climbed the lowest branches of the highest trees,
drank the foulest tasting water in all of Illarion,
ate with a mummy, drank with a greater demon, and
smoked sibanac with the spirit of Nalzaxx Nerenghast.

When I finally arrived, I found the void had left me.
And I was sad.

-S. Lovett
Crimson Advisor of Trollsbane
Pupil under the Astral Bard

[Fooser]

Silently dripping
The loud curdled tears of blood
Into the joyful sadness
of crimson bodies tripping


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