Anon_Y_Mousse
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So in my story I have something called legendary magic, it's basically the Magnum opus of extremely powerful archmages. Since it's basically a culmination of their lives' work, I thought it would be nice for the chant to be a poem that reflects on their life, personality, goals, experience etc... the spells are extremely hard and expensive to cast so they will seldom appear in chapters. Do you guys think this is a good idea, or is it better to leave poems out of a web novel?
“Upon a fleeting day of September,
A boy laid upon the canopy of a willow;
He looked towards the fields; o’er yonder.
That time of autumn, o’ so mellow…
And on that day of harvest,
He took from the willow, a single branch;
The leaves spun around, like a crest,
‘Remember, a field of flowers near a ranch?’
The boy loved the beauty of the field;
The beauty of the roses and daisies,
and so within his mind, an inquiry yield:
‘Why not plant a willow upon the priaries?’
But upon the growth of the weeping willow
The flowers wilted, their beauty denied;
The boy cried, with merely a bed of grass as a pillow.
‘O’ why, o’ why, must have these buds wilted and died!’”
“The boy grew old, he was now of age
His loved ones, all gone; a pill hard to swallow,
He stood at the prairie, an ugly page;
'Oh how beautiful! The weeping willow!’”
A boy laid upon the canopy of a willow;
He looked towards the fields; o’er yonder.
That time of autumn, o’ so mellow…
And on that day of harvest,
He took from the willow, a single branch;
The leaves spun around, like a crest,
‘Remember, a field of flowers near a ranch?’
The boy loved the beauty of the field;
The beauty of the roses and daisies,
and so within his mind, an inquiry yield:
‘Why not plant a willow upon the priaries?’
But upon the growth of the weeping willow
The flowers wilted, their beauty denied;
The boy cried, with merely a bed of grass as a pillow.
‘O’ why, o’ why, must have these buds wilted and died!’”
“The boy grew old, he was now of age
His loved ones, all gone; a pill hard to swallow,
He stood at the prairie, an ugly page;
'Oh how beautiful! The weeping willow!’”