This was posted on ignorance denied by a person called Ice wolf- is it a clue?
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A Poem by Me
Day 1
The dark night chills in the old town square,
the barren town leaves none to spare,
the two who meet on the darkest nights,
with a lantern and the moons silvery light,
Discussion on the future goes on till late,
Until a decision is reached on the state,
The powers decide to play a game,
Of mystery and of powerful shame,
When the wheels turn and all is bare,
The world pales in a consistent stare,
That such a delicate thing could be seen by few,
As a fleeting word amongst the dew.
The End
[Edited on 9-12-2004 by Icewolf]
Day 2
As the two arrange to meet again,
The world looks and passes.
The thought that two so innocent,
Would plan their downfall surpasses,
Even the most secure of man,
Does follow the crowd enthralled,
Madness rules the land,
For they do hear that the sirens called,
Their lives have now been signed,
For they traded them long ago,
For words covered with nicities,
And all along they would know,
How even now they cannot see,
What trully lies in wait . . .
The End
[Edited on 9-12-2004 by Icewolf]
Day 3
As time goes on no one knows,
How evil just grows and grows,
The dark maze draws attention,
To mysterious movements of apprehension,
As the men delve deeply into talk,
Of the horror which awaits all who stalk,
The creature of power so great,
The answer to the question the hunt's at stake,
As the talk continues amongst the two,
Leaves fall from the trees and subdue,
They lie in piles of two's and three's,
Powerful steps have to be taken,
To be safe from the peril awakened,
For the two alone cannot fullfil,
The quest undertaken with their skills,
In secret times all is profound.
The End
you know i will go on until you stop me. (actually this will finish at about day 5/6/7/8/9. . .)
Day 4
The two men arrived again,
They had succeeded in deterring them,
Like binary stars hidden in plain sight,
From the path which would lead them right,
They lifted their glasses a toast to drink,
On the wealth of innocence which was sure to shrink,
The hunters, hunted, irony was sweet,
Yet time would show how they'd meet,
The plans unfolded as time grew old,
Soon all would have to be told.
The race was on.
The End
I copied and pasted from the link.
It seems as if the game is on again does it not?
I will review the posting and place MY findings here later tonight.
please feel free to comment and ofer your thoughts .
Best Regards
Boon_Dog