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Moonstruck Musings
Deaths Apprentice: Lin Bo a man who knew how to love but sadly not who to love.
Name: Lin Bo the Poet
AGE: Twenty- Three Years , Three Months, Nineteen Days
Cause of Death: Drowned in the waters of the Yang-tse.
Name: Lin Bo the Poet
AGE: Twenty- Three Years , Three Months, Nineteen Days
Cause of Death: Drowned in the waters of the Yang-tse.
Moonstruck Musings
A humble poet by the name of Lin Bo am I,
Passionate lover of the still silvered orb,
Glowing in a dense, lush, darkened Spring sky,
My once and only throbbing heart, Soon Yi.
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Her delicate, gentle, silk- cocooned eyes,
Casted forever, forgiving, down sweetly.
Fringed, lashed, wings of wistfulness,
Brushed upon her blushed epic cheeks.
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Pale, webbed, gossamer butterfly lips,
Hinted with a secretive, wistful ghostly smile,
That danced, flitted and gently glided,
Upon her fragility exposed, porcelain pale face.
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When I, Lin Bo, was a little one, she and I frolicked.
Restless, wild and together we flapped recklessly free.
Growing amidst the urgency of the undulating seasons,
Without skerrick of sense, deportment or dread were we.
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Until one uneventful Spring eve I was taken and trapped
In her bewitching, beguiling and distant gaze,
I saw the possibility of a paired, parallel dream.
If only I could reach her and leave this Earth brown maze.
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In deepest despair I came upon an inn of the rudest kind.
Along the shores of a swollen river called the Yang-tse.
I lifted and supped from a chipped cup of rice wine.
It bathed and dulled my love struck, muddled mind.
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The wicked, intoxicating, wine spectacularly splattered ,
The plain, pain enriched, and very poor vase,
That was the vessel that held my stormy, horned heart.
Life would be my soul’s end: Death could however be its start.
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My cherished, pearled and shelled senses permanently shattered.
I rowed to the dread moving heart of the Yang- tse
And stared with patient, pained and perfect love
Upon the reflection of the fine, fair face of my Soon Yi.
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A single obsession, I held hallowed to my hollow chest,
I must and will forever rest, resolutely buried deepest,
Within her frosted, still, serene and light embrace.
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They, the mere simple folk that drank at the inn with me,
Did loudly and boldly protest my dearly held plan.
They called me a love- lorded fool and a stupid man.
They pointed at the silvered waters and begged me to see,
“It is only the reflection of the Moon In the waters of the Yang-tse!”
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I Lin Bo, lunar lover listened not, in the knowledge,
That passion’s poor faithful disciple will I ever be.
I dove and sank into the depths of her ever moving mirror.
For I, a true poet of pain made my solemn pledge,
To my moon goddess-Soon Yi.
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I did love the beauty of Lin Bo's words and the stupidity on which they were wasted. It was very difficult to decipher the script of this one and I fear I have done a poor job but as the scribe of the Apprentice I can only claim to have done my best and hope that it is enough for you my gentle read. The next entry is titled Requiem for a Lucky Loner
* Requiem for a Lucky Loner
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Passionate lover of the still silvered orb,
Glowing in a dense, lush, darkened Spring sky,
My once and only throbbing heart, Soon Yi.
__________________________________
Her delicate, gentle, silk- cocooned eyes,
Casted forever, forgiving, down sweetly.
Fringed, lashed, wings of wistfulness,
Brushed upon her blushed epic cheeks.
__________________________________
Pale, webbed, gossamer butterfly lips,
Hinted with a secretive, wistful ghostly smile,
That danced, flitted and gently glided,
Upon her fragility exposed, porcelain pale face.
___________________________________
When I, Lin Bo, was a little one, she and I frolicked.
Restless, wild and together we flapped recklessly free.
Growing amidst the urgency of the undulating seasons,
Without skerrick of sense, deportment or dread were we.
_____________________________________
Until one uneventful Spring eve I was taken and trapped
In her bewitching, beguiling and distant gaze,
I saw the possibility of a paired, parallel dream.
If only I could reach her and leave this Earth brown maze.
_______________________________________
In deepest despair I came upon an inn of the rudest kind.
Along the shores of a swollen river called the Yang-tse.
I lifted and supped from a chipped cup of rice wine.
It bathed and dulled my love struck, muddled mind.
________________________________________
The wicked, intoxicating, wine spectacularly splattered ,
The plain, pain enriched, and very poor vase,
That was the vessel that held my stormy, horned heart.
Life would be my soul’s end: Death could however be its start.
_________________________________________
My cherished, pearled and shelled senses permanently shattered.
I rowed to the dread moving heart of the Yang- tse
And stared with patient, pained and perfect love
Upon the reflection of the fine, fair face of my Soon Yi.
________________________________________
A single obsession, I held hallowed to my hollow chest,
I must and will forever rest, resolutely buried deepest,
Within her frosted, still, serene and light embrace.
________________________________________
They, the mere simple folk that drank at the inn with me,
Did loudly and boldly protest my dearly held plan.
They called me a love- lorded fool and a stupid man.
They pointed at the silvered waters and begged me to see,
“It is only the reflection of the Moon In the waters of the Yang-tse!”
________________________________________
I Lin Bo, lunar lover listened not, in the knowledge,
That passion’s poor faithful disciple will I ever be.
I dove and sank into the depths of her ever moving mirror.
For I, a true poet of pain made my solemn pledge,
To my moon goddess-Soon Yi.
________________________________________
I did love the beauty of Lin Bo's words and the stupidity on which they were wasted. It was very difficult to decipher the script of this one and I fear I have done a poor job but as the scribe of the Apprentice I can only claim to have done my best and hope that it is enough for you my gentle read. The next entry is titled Requiem for a Lucky Loner
* Requiem for a Lucky Loner
* HOME