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best Cosmere-related parody of the first few stanzas of Edgar Allen Poe’s “The Raven” gets 170000 internet points. You have 180 seconds.- Show previous comments 1 more
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Once upon a rainstorm dreary, while Wit pondered, weak and weary,Over many a Investiture and curious volume of remembered lore—While Wit nodded, nearly singing, suddenly there came a flinging,As of some one gently tapping, tapping at his jester door.“’Tis some cremling,” Wit muttered, “tapping at my jester door—Only this and nothing more.”Ah, distinctly Wit remembers it was in the darkened Weeping;And each separate dying sphere wrought its light upon the air.Eagerly he wished the morrow;—vainly he had sought to borrowFrom Kaladin full of sorrow—sorrow for the lost Tien—For the cheerful and deceased whom the brother names Tien— -
Once upon a highstorm dreary, while I dreamt, shaking and seizing,
I conversed with a god named Honor, a god of forgotten lore.
As we talked, I slowly realized, the visions were not what I surmised
They were really just recordings, recordings of what came before.
“Honor is splintered,” I mumbled, “They were messages, and nothing more.” -
