"The winter light is pale and bright
And so the serpent basks,
The Beast is bowed beneath the plow,
The djinn rest in their flasks,
The craftsman's made to fit his trade,
The workers match their tasks,
On snowy floor, we waltz the score,
We masquers are our masks."
--White Wolf's Winter Masques.
For being from a game - as far as I can find, the White Wolf people wrote it themselves - this is a surprisingly evocative poem. Don't you think?
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White Wolf are awesome. Simple as that.
Curse this log-in-remember-thingie. Whatever, Last one was me.
"We masquers are our masks" that's pretty cool.
For a second I thought you'd written it yourself and got prestationsångest. Silly old me. ^^
No, sorry. It's got the rhythm and style of something I would write, I admit that, but it's far better than I could achieve.
You're far too modest about your own poetry then, my friend.
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