A brief one this time – another little poem.
My plan for this one is to imagine a scribe or Bonisagus magus that has haunted or possessed an ink bottle so that when the player characters (or anyone) uses it they have the Inventive Genius Virtue. It’s earned using a virtue initiation (travel, story)
The reader is, again, Sonia from Librivox. Thanks again.
(Air: Bard’s Legacy. )
WheN in death I shall calm recline,
Oh! bear my watch to my mistress dear;
Tell her I rose when it pointed Nine,
On every morning all round the year. Bid her not shed one tear of sorrow To sully a gem so precious and bright,
But a pocket of crimson velvet borrow,
And hang it beside her bed every night.
When the light of mine eyes is o’er, Take my specs to Optician’s Hall,
And let the porter that answers the door,
Show them to all that happen to call. Then if some bard, who roams forsaken,
Should beg a peep through them in passing along,
Oh ! let one thought of their master awaken
Your warmest smile for the child of song.
Keep this inkbottle, now o’erflowing,
To write your letters when I ‘m laid low;
Never, Oh! never one drop bestowing
On any who how to write don’t know.
But if some pale, wan -wasted scholar
Shall dip his goosequill at its brim,
Then, then my spirit around shall hover,
And hallow each jet black drop for him.
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