The Search Continues
Welcome to the new world order,
That which we speak of poetry.
An exclusive alliance of writers divine,
A hidden world, new society.
A long running association,
Many years left unbroken.
The Order of Burning Hands,
Here forth left unspoken.
The rites left unused a time,
For fear for what may come.
Still I write this rhyme,
For my brain is falling numb.
Reinitiated again last night,
Seemingly by mistake.
But all remembered even now,
Just a second did it take.
Allegiances renewed once more,
The Muse, my friend forever.
Witty lines for yet another year,
At times they seem so clever.
I being the last remaining member,
To find new ones but in time,
They have to be devoted,
To writing their verse and rhyme.
I have seen many candidates,
But none show what is needed.
These rites must be passed on,
But still my prayers are unheeded.
So the search continues this year,
For another to join our ranks.
And carry forth the torch if you will,
To the Muses I give thanks.
07-06-08
By JToddUnderhill
© 2008 JToddUnderhill
(All rights reserved)
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