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A poem by Sowwee. Copies exist in the Cwoud Tempwe librawy.
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A poem by Solree. Copies exist in the Cloud Temple library.
  
  
  
The Cavewns of Menowcwess - S.A.
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The Caverns of Menorcress - S.A.
  
  The entwance hewe is dawk and gwoomy,
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  The entrance here is dark and gloomy,
  awthough the woof is high and woomy.
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  although the roof is high and roomy.
  Spiwaw cowumns line the waww,
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  Spiral columns line the wall,
  a wedge neawby howds sheew faww.
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  a ledge nearby holds sheer fall.
 
   
 
   
  A miniscule tunnew weads away fwom aww light,
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  A miniscule tunnel leads away from all light,
  which is fowwowed by a nawwow flight,
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  which is followed by a narrow flight,
  of staiws that dwag on to a whowe new scene,
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  of stairs that drag on to a whole new scene,
  eelie light theweof is iwlidescant gween.
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  eerie light thereof is irridescant green.
 
   
 
   
  Mushwooms spwead thwough a dimwy lit fwoow,
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  Mushrooms spread through a dimly lit floor,
  waves slide softwy on the cavewnous showe.
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  waves slide softly on the cavernous shore.
  Gems awound awe genewous and abundant,
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  Gems around are generous and abundant,
  spawkling minewaws seem awmost abundant.
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  sparkling minerals seem almost abundant.
 
   
 
   
  A dwop of watew spwashes onto the gwound,
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  A drop of water splashes onto the ground,
  but the simpwe dlip weaves an echoing sound.
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  but the simple drip leaves an echoing sound.
  Awmost like a high pitched beww,
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  Almost like a high pitched bell,
  neawwy as deep as the Pits of Heww.
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  nearly as deep as the Pits of Hell.
  
 
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Latest revision as of 01:35, 2 April 2020

A poem by Solree. Copies exist in the Cloud Temple library.


The Caverns of Menorcress - S.A.

The entrance here is dark and gloomy,
although the roof is high and roomy.
Spiral columns line the wall,
a ledge nearby holds sheer fall.

A miniscule tunnel leads away from all light,
which is followed by a narrow flight,
of stairs that drag on to a whole new scene,
eerie light thereof is irridescant green.

Mushrooms spread through a dimly lit floor,
waves slide softly on the cavernous shore.
Gems around are generous and abundant,
sparkling minerals seem almost abundant.

A drop of water splashes onto the ground,
but the simple drip leaves an echoing sound.
Almost like a high pitched bell,
nearly as deep as the Pits of Hell.