Sunday, October 30, 2005

Ode to Carcassonne

Upon this land, the sun revealed
Quiet roads as yet unknown.
Upon the walls, emboldened shield,
The greenest grass in every field.
Behold! The land of Carcassonne!

With modest plans for its design,
The Meeples came from distant lands,
With dreams of cloth and wheat and wine,
And roaming room for every swine,
They took their tools into their hands.

It started out in harmony,
With open space for all to share.
The Meeples planned and did agree,
To build their home from sea to sea.
But no one had become aware...

Towers filled the autumn sky.
Built from stones the land bestowed.
The cloister bells rang on high,
To tell them that their dream was nigh,
But the pleasantry plateaued.

Their status would not remain unflaunted.
Their avarice it grew unchecked.
The lesser Meeples simply wanted,
To send their fellow knights undaunted,
Into cities granting more respect.

Soon the Meeples were at war.
The cities, farms, and roads, as one,
Became the source of bad rapport.
Not even monks could they restore,
The damage that was done.

On the final day a farmer crept,
Upon the tallest tower,
To view his domain while others slept.
But in his sudden grief he wept,
For there were no more farms to conquer.


At 10:17 AM, Blogger Naturelich said...

This is great stuff!

Since it has no happy end I believe the Ode was not produced for Hollywood, right? ;)

At 10:26 AM, Blogger ekted said...

Requiem for a Meeple? :)

At 11:23 AM, Blogger Yehuda Berlinger said...

nice. source, please?


At 11:24 AM, Blogger ekted said...

Are you asking me who wrote it? I did.

At 7:23 PM, Blogger Naturelich said...

Requiem for a Meeple! I'd certainly go and watch that one *bg*

Where do I get the popcorn?


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