The other day I started making a piece of paper in blender, then I decided to write a bit of poetry to put on it. Its not really worth reading, but you can read it if you want. ;)
Oh, beautiful! I love it! The only thing is that I can't read the first two or three stanzas from the angle the picture is at. Could ye tell me them? I'd love to read it! :D *****!
I didn't really want anyone to read it. :/ But here it goes anyhow, and please don't be to critical since I didn't even edit it or read it over or anything, I just wrote it because I needed something to put on the 3D page. :D
On a draft of ancient wind, I heard a lonely cry, for a taken life that was. My voice lasted still, inspired by heavenly gale I would never die.
Oh lost and unsettled spirit nigh, I hear thy lonely cry, do not be so forlorn now, hear my lullaby.
A windsong we shall hear tonight, a song of forgotten times. A story by the firelight to soothe the broken eyes.
Oh ghost hear me now this hour, I have a wish to make; forever live and live not take, for I leave this olden tower.
Thy veil of mist must ancient be, for upon thy shattered crest, an ancient crown of golden wreath doth very clearly rest.
One last verse doth ring forth clear, a proud and solemn song; Come join the throng, oh hero old, come make thy story, a name untold.
Oh, beautiful! I love it! The only thing is that I can't read the first two or three stanzas from the angle the picture is at. Could ye tell me them? I'd love to read it! :D
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I didn't really want anyone to read it. :/ But here it goes anyhow, and please don't be to critical since I didn't even edit it or read it over or anything, I just wrote it because I needed something to put on the 3D page. :D
ReplyDeleteOn a draft of ancient wind, I heard a lonely cry,
for a taken life that was.
My voice lasted still,
inspired by heavenly gale I would never die.
Oh lost and unsettled spirit nigh, I hear thy lonely cry,
do not be so forlorn now,
hear my lullaby.
A windsong we shall hear tonight,
a song of forgotten times.
A story by the firelight to soothe the broken eyes.
Oh ghost hear me now this hour,
I have a wish to make;
forever live and live not take,
for I leave this olden tower.
Thy veil of mist must ancient be,
for upon thy shattered crest,
an ancient crown of golden wreath doth very clearly rest.
One last verse doth ring forth clear,
a proud and solemn song;
Come join the throng,
oh hero old,
come make thy story,
a name untold.
Very nice!
ReplyDeleteBoth the poetry and the picture are great! You really ought to write more you know...
Keep up the good work!