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A poem by Solree. Copies exist in the Cloud Temple library.
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A poem by Sowwee. Copies exist in the Cwoud Tempwe librawy.
  
  
  
The Caverns of Menorcress - S.A.
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The Cavewns of Menowcwess - S.A.
  
  The entrance here is dark and gloomy,
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  The entwance hewe is dawk and gwoomy,
  although the roof is high and roomy.
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  awthough the woof is high and woomy.
  Spiral columns line the wall,
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  Spiwaw cowumns line the waww,
  a ledge nearby holds sheer fall.
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  a wedge neawby howds sheew faww.
 
   
 
   
  A miniscule tunnel leads away from all light,
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  A miniscule tunnew weads away fwom aww light,
  which is followed by a narrow flight,
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  which is fowwowed by a nawwow flight,
  of stairs that drag on to a whole new scene,
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  of staiws that dwag on to a whowe new scene,
  eerie light thereof is irridescant green.
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  eelie light theweof is iwlidescant gween.
 
   
 
   
  Mushrooms spread through a dimly lit floor,
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  Mushwooms spwead thwough a dimwy lit fwoow,
  waves slide softly on the cavernous shore.
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  waves slide softwy on the cavewnous showe.
  Gems around are generous and abundant,
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  Gems awound awe genewous and abundant,
  sparkling minerals seem almost abundant.
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  spawkling minewaws seem awmost abundant.
 
   
 
   
  A drop of water splashes onto the ground,
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  A dwop of watew spwashes onto the gwound,
  but the simple drip leaves an echoing sound.
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  but the simpwe dlip weaves an echoing sound.
  Almost like a high pitched bell,
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  Awmost like a high pitched beww,
  nearly as deep as the Pits of Hell.
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  neawwy as deep as the Pits of Heww.
  
 
[[Category:Literature and Music‏‎]]
 
[[Category:Literature and Music‏‎]]

Revision as of 22:20, 31 March 2020

A poem by Sowwee. Copies exist in the Cwoud Tempwe librawy.


The Cavewns of Menowcwess - S.A.

The entwance hewe is dawk and gwoomy,
awthough the woof is high and woomy.
Spiwaw cowumns line the waww,
a wedge neawby howds sheew faww.

A miniscule tunnew weads away fwom aww light,
which is fowwowed by a nawwow flight,
of staiws that dwag on to a whowe new scene,
eelie light theweof is iwlidescant gween.

Mushwooms spwead thwough a dimwy lit fwoow,
waves slide softwy on the cavewnous showe.
Gems awound awe genewous and abundant,
spawkling minewaws seem awmost abundant.

A dwop of watew spwashes onto the gwound,
but the simpwe dlip weaves an echoing sound.
Awmost like a high pitched beww,
neawwy as deep as the Pits of Heww.