[Within the pages of a disheveled ruddy journal a steady hand writes erratic notes in every margin. In the center of these pages, thoughts put to paper. Some take the form of songs, limericks, or pastorals and others in rhymeless verse.] [On occasion, an entry is written in normal structure.]
~The Willow's Heart~
The first day I stood at that oaken door
Wondering what I was doing this for,
I had sat at those tables, I'd drank at the bar,
But I'd never performed on a stage quite so large.
Lucky for me, the whole room was pissed,
The barmaids were sweet and the song was a gist
About falling in love with a working girl.
Got an ovation and one man gave a hurl.
O, the nights at Willow's Heart were long,
But full of love and full of song.
I shan't forget that she was the start
That was my beginning, at the Willow's Heart.
So though now I've moved on and she is behind,
The Ole' Willows Heart will always have mine.
[Several notes off to the side of the above mention other rhymes and verses, all crossed out. Beneath these side notes written in large script: 'UNFINISHED']
The music of the morning was the clanging of blades,
Folk seem to have gathered to witness escapades.
Duels they were, and "Duels!" it was shouted
And as they fought I'm sure some laws were flouted.
They were gleaming, each one, like a heavenly sun,
Two shining champions, preparing to waltz.
They stood at either end, watching the other one,
examining their opponent for any faults
Then at once they charged forward and steel met steel
And the vibrations of the impact was all I could feel
As blood stained the snow that covered the ground
and in the shouts of the crowd the clattering was drowned.
It was over in mere moments, though I'm sure eons for the pair
The combatants had words then and after, shook hands.
Bets were paid out and and their wounds saw to care.
A bit of sport and rivalry amid darkened lands.
