Ironsides Family/Raphael/Poems/Little River

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Little River

Roleplay from Raphael Ironsides

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Returning to Azros from a near rally for battle, Raphael was being carried by four servants while sitting on a mobile bed. It was covered with cloth of various thicknesses and colours, and decorated with jewels. His cavalry took their leave to bring the horses to the stables while he continued into the city towards his estate.

"Another day of campaigning," he said to no one in particular. Then, with a sudden moment of capture, he opened his curtain and yelled out:

"Scribe, get here at once! Record this!"

The scribe arrived with notation devices and wrote as the noble spoke.

"I have dreamt a new poem, called Little River..."

Little River

Bend little river round the rock,

Face your smile at the sunlight.

Rapids flowing by their own clock,

Choose to be in you I just might.

Too cold, so instead I’ll just walk.

Then he went silent and shut the cloth door. The scribe looked around waiting for more, realized his master retired to the carriage, and left.

Raphael Ironsides (Knight of Azros)