This sounds like a job for ... - Edit 1
Before modification by Nate at 29/11/2011 11:07:40 PM
... SuperNate!
~clears throat~
Here's what I'd do with what you wrote:
I scry you've grown a wishbone there,
Whereon your backbone ought to be.
Your days have sewn more fear than fair,
But hearken child of Eve to me!
If beauty be your head's desire,
Naught but shade shall dance with thee;
And if you hide your heart's true fire,
Soon disaster will you see.
(I have no idea what this third stanza means in your story, so I'mma wing it.)
This curse upon you, note it well,
Choose one path or the other free.
Beyond these roads two, truth I tell,
Lie pains in one or joys in three.
If you within the year uphold
To stand for you and bend no knee,
Then yours shall be a beauty gold,
And peace, and love, my sweetest pea.
~clears throat~
Here's what I'd do with what you wrote:
I scry you've grown a wishbone there,
Whereon your backbone ought to be.
Your days have sewn more fear than fair,
But hearken child of Eve to me!
If beauty be your head's desire,
Naught but shade shall dance with thee;
And if you hide your heart's true fire,
Soon disaster will you see.
(I have no idea what this third stanza means in your story, so I'mma wing it.)
This curse upon you, note it well,
Choose one path or the other free.
Beyond these roads two, truth I tell,
Lie pains in one or joys in three.
If you within the year uphold
To stand for you and bend no knee,
Then yours shall be a beauty gold,
And peace, and love, my sweetest pea.