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DF Dwarf Mode Discussion / Re: Ode(s) to Urist
« on: February 18, 2014, 04:50:41 am »
Ok. So, uh, Mr. Whitman, and while I'm at it, Mr. Lincoln? I just want you to know, I really actually do feel bad about this. I'm genuinely a terrible person.
O Catten! My Catten! the darksome hole is dug;
The glowing pits are emptied, and the the soldiers loiter, smug;
Plump helmet roasts and sunshine toasts and children throwing parties
While stout arms lade the minecarts with a great "Heave-ho, my hearties!"
But O heart! heart! heart!
O face so pale and wan
For 'neath his pick my Catten lies
His upper body's gone.
O Catten! My Catten! 'Twere best you did not rise
This biome isn't evil, though our captured necro tries.
But would you walked, for now your name is trumpeted in glory
Your sacrifice was meet; it made a nifty fortress story.
O Catten! Dear Miner!
Bedecked with cabochon
Your monument is honored, but
Your upper body's gone.
My Catten does not answer, his braided beard is still;
I have not found his lower leg, and fear I never will;
The pick with which the tube he pierced, and victory presaged
We'll place within his tomb, soon as a hauler can be paged.
Exult, O dwarves, and fill the halls!
But I this denoument
Shall memorize, as Catten lies:
His upper body's gone.
O Catten! My Catten! the darksome hole is dug;
The glowing pits are emptied, and the the soldiers loiter, smug;
Plump helmet roasts and sunshine toasts and children throwing parties
While stout arms lade the minecarts with a great "Heave-ho, my hearties!"
But O heart! heart! heart!
O face so pale and wan
For 'neath his pick my Catten lies
His upper body's gone.
O Catten! My Catten! 'Twere best you did not rise
This biome isn't evil, though our captured necro tries.
But would you walked, for now your name is trumpeted in glory
Your sacrifice was meet; it made a nifty fortress story.
O Catten! Dear Miner!
Bedecked with cabochon
Your monument is honored, but
Your upper body's gone.
My Catten does not answer, his braided beard is still;
I have not found his lower leg, and fear I never will;
The pick with which the tube he pierced, and victory presaged
We'll place within his tomb, soon as a hauler can be paged.
Exult, O dwarves, and fill the halls!
But I this denoument
Shall memorize, as Catten lies:
His upper body's gone.