Here's one old piece of poetry by both of us. This is actually a song, so it might look like there is no rhythm at all when you read this: All the rhythm is in the tune. And as I said, this is old. Old. And weird. And by both Wynn and Wyrd...

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"The sun, red like blood,

Hides the wind behind it.

Watch the ocean, child,

For the storm is coming.

The land once was there,

rich, fertile land.

Happiness of this place

was dancing on the shores.

The waves grow,

They came to these shores;

Plains were now gone,

the land dove,

on deeps of the oceans.

It all was gone,

Nothing left,

but empty air,

Wind on the trees,

that now were fallen.

Lonely whisper,

blowing wind on those plains,

that now were lost.

Forever

This empty land was alone,

Then came a flame,

within wind from the sky.

It burned down those fallen trees.

All destroyed;

All beautiful died.

And a little flower

was looking at this land.

The fires were cruel,

They burned, burned it all.

Is there change for life?

In this dying land?

No there weren't,

until the sun came

The ashes of a dead flower

lied there on the shores.

Another flower grew;

looking to this land,

now living again.

The earth sings forever,

In this rich, fertile land.

Old land, now disappeared,

Lost in eternal waves,

Forgotten like a dream,

that was seen long time ago,

The dream changes,

another has come,

The sun is rising,

New beatiful land borns,

from the flames"

(By: Wynn and Wyrd)