It was a long cold winter Cold trapped me in my room I rarely went here or there I rarely went anywhere But the warmth is coming soon
I need to change some things I need to change my mind I need it so very much I need a different sense of touch And I think now’s the time
So here inside a warming house I take a pen to write To someone busy wondering About something I’m pondering During my restless night
Dearest Squire, how are you Has time treated you well Have you been on any journeys There was one that was for me And this one I will tell:
When the snow was thick and deep I think is was December For the trees were ready to be trimmed As the soft snow sparkled on them That’s something I do remember
Busy is as busy does As busy needs to be On I traveled to the shore Where waves didn’t move anymore That’s were I began to see
Everything needs to be hushed Everything needs to sleep So dreams must return I’m sure There awaits another adventure For the stories I wish to keep
So from the short journey I then headed back home Quiet in the night I thought Dreams are meant to be made not caught Whether in company or alone
Then suddenly in my attic’s den I hear a noise come thumpin’ Fear gripped me yet I needed to see An adventure must await for me So up the stairs I went in
Puffs of dust and little black soot Spread out under my foot And a witches hat from Old hag Nan And a red pitch-fork from Farmer Dan Fell onto a bag of treats The kind Dragons like to eat
So I kicked it to see what was there This isn’t the place for a lair Half of the bag was gone From what the Dragons were chewing on The wrappings still were there
Then silently I stood still My mind suddenly felt the worst What if firey Dragons could blow The biggest bubble you’ll ever know And at will could make them burst
- Shabetei
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