Cythera Chronicles: Life in Cythera

  • Fight some bandits, just for fun
    never stop 'til they're on the run
    heal your wounds when the day is done
    that's sport here, in Cythera.

    Wend your way across the tavern floor
    keep one eye fixed on the door
    you never know, there might be a war
    that's life here, in Cythera.

    Edge your way through a tavern brawl
    beer held high lest it should fall
    watch with your back against the wall
    that's drinking, in Cythera.

    Fight your way through a crowded room
    demon spawn may be your doom
    the price you pay for raiding a tomb
    that's finance, in Cythera.

    Make your bed under open sky
    see the stars and moon go by
    keep the watch, or you all may die
    that's camping, in Cythera.

    Start your day in the early morn
    under way by the crack of dawn
    always alert for the evil spawn
    that's adventure, in Cythera.

    Meet new friends from day to day
    encourage them to join the fray
    there's always hope that they might stay
    that's posting, in Cythera!

    (This message has been edited by moderator (edited 11-19-2001).)

  • Ah, we haven't had much Cythera poetry. It's nice to have a little variety.

    Slayer's guide to Cythera:

  • Great idea! Cool poem! I especially like the last stanza :) maybe we should use it for advertising the board... ;)

    As l lay in my bed staring at the sky I asked myself:
    Where the hell did the roof go?

  • Speaking of 'drinking' someone was intoxicated when they wrote that. ;)

    "I'm a controversial figure. My friends either dislike me or hate me."

  • Not me - I don't drink :)

    Kobayashi Maru!

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