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Here's my view.<br><br>
I wrote this a few months back. I won't say what your idea of this
"Dream" we talk about, but this is mine... and notice, there is
no "High Persona Play" in the entire thing... GRIN <br><br>
Instead, It's just the way I play.<br><br>
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The Dream<br>
By Maggie MacPherson<br>
Northkeep Bard<br><br>
(Oddly, this scans to Scarborough Faire though I usually play enough with
the melody so it's not recognizable as such.)<br><br>
The Clack and the rattle of sword on sword<br>
And the crash of sword on shield.<br>
The feel of my blade when the sword gets through,<br>
And the nights when I'm black and blue.<br><br>
The roughness of linen, the smoothness of silk<br>
The pull of a colored thread.<br>
Seeing the puzzle come together as one<br>
The pride felt when good work is done.<br><br>
Laughter of friends through the walls of a tent,<br>
The rhythm of a dancer's drum.<br>
Fireside tales shared late in the night<br>
Of honor and beauty and might.<br><br>
Watching a child shoot a bow straight and true,<br>
Or bear water onto the field.<br>
Seeing the dream come alive in her heart<br>
Cause a life of service to start.<br><br>
Translating a poem, reciting it too<br>
Telling tales of love and of war.<br>
Singing a song of becoming a knight,<br>
And of knights defending the right.<br><br>
Knight holds the dream in the palm of his hand,<br>
Like the egg that a phoenix lays.<br>
Pelican's love of service just grows,<br>
And Laurel shares all that she knows.<br><br>
Ask, why do I love this game that we play?<br>
I'll answer in just two words.<br>
Through it do honor and chivalry gleam...<br>
My answer is simply: <b>The Dream</b>.<br>
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