"Ode to Ozy"

[coachterry]

(carefully printed in gold ink on new, blue parchment)

"Ode to Ozy"

With the glamour of the gay
How you made our hearts to flame;
Gave each life some airy aim,
Ever round you seemed to play
Sunlight from some inner day.

Dazzling as with red and gold,
Rich with beauty, love and youth -
How were we to know the truth,
That if all the tale were told
Life for you was sad and cold?

For you found if we would wake
And the joy make young each heart,
You who told must stand apart:
And you bore it for our sake,
Though your heart was nigh to break.

So your life was like a sphere's:
One side, all aglow, meets day,
And the other turned away,
Icy-strange and cold appears,
Overhung with starry tears.

T.S./A.E.



"Forever is but a trail of 'Nows'.  The best a man can do is live every one fully in its turn."

[Ozy_Llewellyn]

Slumped in his preferred shadowy corner Ozymandias sips from a bottle of weak wine writing in his journal. Slowly as the Wild Surge calms and readies to close the bar he staggers up limping to the message board scanning over new and old.
”Fickle, I am not one that should be given praise.” He mutters shaking his head. “I never did have much an eye for poetry, thou I cannot help but feel honored. It is writing beyond my ability.”
Wiping a small amount of blood from his lips he opens his journal studying the poem for a moment. With a thin smile he copies it and several other messages. As he finishes he turns to the hostess.
”A thousand gold and my recommendations do I place upon the bard whom set this. A talent, even if one used on a poor subject, is rare.” He rasps before turning and limping from the inn.