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I. And they lived happily until the powerful force Of the mighty blue feathers virtuality faded And another doomed one was put in, consumed With the pure passion of lovers, and dreams updated But like bread that fades with every bit eaten The unbelievable magic power of the feathers goal Disappeared in stormy gothic dreams, ivy entangled Nightmares that left a suspicious footprint on the soul A bitten bread for a witless head and they shoved More feathers up their bloody noses and dreamy roses Now blossomed again in their fantastic virtual lives while Their eyes teared, longing for lost and faded dreams The footprint left on the soul had become nothing more Than the first step into the virtual feather-born life A pilgrimage towards the unknown lands behind the Door Note: this poem was originally written for a game at www.weltenbastler.net. The idea was to use given words in a piece of literature for your own world. Inspired by Jeff Noon’s Vurt I wrote this poem as a description how someone from our future Manchester could enter the portal to Daleth. It continues into a German story that needs to be rewritten badly. Related topics: |