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A Traveler's Tale
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A Traveler's Tale |
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Gunslinger Senior Member
since 1999-10-09
Posts 901TX, USA 
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Buchana’ is the Clan I claim- An’ fightin’ is me trade! I write a bit o’ doggerel- While burnishin’ me blade. Wha’s ‘at ye say? ‘ow old am I? I simply canna say- The years roll on, an’ on, an’ on- I go fra fray to fray. Tamujin, ‘im called Tamarlane- Yon Asiatic Lord... I seen ‘im bring a Legion down- A raidin’ wi’ ‘is ‘Orde. Aye, I ken Rome, wha’ ruled the worl’ From Tiber’s verdant valley- I bear ‘er marks o’ whip, ye ken? Fra rowing on ‘er galleys. I di’ quite well wi’ blade, fer sure To sate the Ceasars’ lust- While sheddin’ blood o’ beasts an’ men In tha’ arena dust. Ave Ceasar! torn fra throats- An’ lifted to the sky! We fightin’ men salute ye, sair- Wha’ are aboot to die! Net, an’ trident...chain, or mace- Or gladius so keen- Such rapine and debauchery- The worl’ ha’ never seen! Pagh! Kingdoms come, an’ kingdoms go- While balancin’ the scale- I’ve seen ‘em all, an’ watched ‘em fall- Thus goes the Traveler’s Tale! |
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Marchmadness Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 9271So. El Monte, California |
Great writing, Traveler. Seems you are always in the right place to see the great Empires fall...and here you are again. Ida |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
I enjoyed this, John, and being of Scottish descent, I particularly enjoyed the Scottish accent. Owl |
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