So, I’ve been cleaning out my closets because my pack-rat-ish tendencies make me keep everything in unorganized piles of rubble. I’ve been ruthless about shredding photos of myself where my mouth was wide open, ah the horror of the pre-digital age in photography!

One thing that I found is priceless. I thought I’d share with you, for your amusement. It’s a notebook with the following poem in it, written when I was about 12-14 years old. Anyone who realizes what it’s about before you get to the end explanation gets 5 nerd stars. 🙂

The Guardian
His evil colored thick and dark,

Sweet glance of power on his lip,

On many a neck is branded a mark

Of his “virtuous” front, the Fellowship.

 

He lusted after new domain,

Infecting innocent minds,

While mage and moongate flicker and wane

Britannia lay in binds.

 

A twisted child he strived to mould

To penetrate the lands,

While minion worked with souls ever cold,

Time slithered in hourglass sands.

 

The planet’s signal for invasion is clear,

Is not the turning of destruction near?

Yes, that is indeed a poem that I wrote about Ultima 7, the computer game. Wow. The sonnet form is pretty well followed though, right?

So obvious I was homeschooled 🙂