My char never interacted with you, and our playing times didn't match up at all. Yet, I really enjoyed your poems, and kept looking forward to the next. I did save them for further reading. Well done, and hope to see you in some form or another soon.

Hey, thanks for that. I think that was the other highlight of the character - writing the poetry. I had a lot of passion for the character at first, and that gave me inspiration for those poems, but it kind of fell apart. You'll definitely see me again, and maybe even in the guise of another poet.

By the way, I lost most of them (didn't save the text file after I was done and my comp crashed... bad habit, I know). Since you saved some, would it be possible for you to post them here for me?

Thanks again...

Here you go. The first one was my favourite masterpiece.


< 54> Sun Sep 23 18:51:24 2007
From : Bazarov
To : all
Subject: Sketches from the Reports of a Seantryn Modan Magistrate

Magistrates, such as myself, often must study that which common cityfolk have the luxury of ignoring.
The following is the first volume that contains the fruits of my labors.

***

Her eyes examine cold cobblestones, drinking dust until they wither
like grapes in the sun, and cry their last, putrid tear drops
into the gutter.

His jaw juts to the side like a broken nutcracker, and his tongue hangs out,
too long. To find the co-star of this decrepit comedy, look down, and carefully follow
the syrupy trail.

Her little body huddles against the bricks, warmer than she, and the rain
kisses her good night. Torch flames light the wall above her and showcase
her final fingerpainting.

A whore's hands clutch the golden fruit of the earth, and it gleams brightly against
her flat skin, torn, dry parchment over her damp muscle and cold bone. He did pay
to enter her.

***

Bazarov Romatelli, Magistrate of Seantryn Modan




< 55> Sun Sep 23 18:56:56 2007
From : Bazarov
To : all
Subject: Nightmares of a Lawman

Cold droplets form on my forehead as
I woke.

The stars are dead, my darkest dread.
It howls. They prowl.

Wailing phantoms hate me justly.
I hear them. I fear them.

They push their bony fingers through my chest.
They name me. They blame me.

The rule of law proved too much
to bear. I swear.

Invisible faces weep inside my head,
they said
my soul
is dead.




< 37> Wed Oct 10 17:50:50 2007
From : Bazarov
To : all
Subject: One Last Time

A thousand tears shine in the sky.
No, they are just stars.

A pale face weeps in despair.
No, it's only the moon.

A banshee wails for beauty lost.
No, it's but the wind.

A fellow mourner kneels in the dark.
No, it is merely a tombstone.

A caring world pauses to soften my grief.
No, it eats me alive.

Her pink lips close over mine,
her heart beats against my chest,
her sweet arms fold around my back
one
last
time
...
No, it was only a dream.

- Bazarov

Seemed like you new your stuff. Good luck on your next.

Thanks. The two days or so where we fought and talked frequently was the highlight of this character. You were a class act. Thanks.