Towering above the lakes of Liurnia
With amber hills and craggly hollows
Beyond the Great Lift of Dectus
Sits the Altus Plateau
Wander yonder here with care
Beware the flying misbegotten
Lest their barrage of arrows
Adorn your frame with feathers
A grand staircase looms
In the distance beckoning
Intrepid Tarnished to their
Swift and unexpected demise*
A pair of friendly faces
Encountered along the road
Offering a welcome respite
And a distinct dearth of snacks
*Seriously, WTF? Shaw died as soon as she approached the staircase. Thankfully, the runes recuperation golden glowing bush was set further up the road from where she died, otherwise Shaw would have been quite pissed, having just gained a plethora of runes following a particularly perilous and barely successful joust against a Night’s Cavalry.†
†Occasionally, I will re-read a sentence I just wrote and feel embarrassed at how pretentious and overwrought it sounds.‡
‡The re-reading is occasional, not the embarrassment.§
§The embarrassment is ever-present and unceasing.‖
‖For example, writing some of these updates as “poems”.¶
¶But I digress, and now I’ve run out of footnote symbols, and I’ll be damned if I’m going to bring numbers into this, so I have to stop now.
