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Legend of the Piper


Night after night the piper plays, Filling forest with songs of cheer. No travelers will go their ways Without feeling twinges of fear. Those who in the forest dwell, are soothed by the pipers tune. But, if you do not feel well, He will come play for you soon. For weeks on end the Piper plays, Skillfully bringing forth song. But after many joyous days, Piper's tunes are not so strong. Because when the moon rises full and high, And forest creatures are at ease. The Piper will put down his pipe and sigh, For a brief moment he will cease. None know why once a month the Piper is silent, Because no one has seen him. He could be calm and peaceful, or harsh and violent, So chances of sight are slim. After the Piper's one night of cessation, Again one hears the pipe's joyful voice. The Piper signals time for celebration! Indeed, it's now a time to rejoice!
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Torvalus
I love poems that have some sense of story or mystery in them. This one tells a Piper that plays all the time except for one night of the full moon. That little part leaves a sense of mystery and several questions, which is exactly what I like.

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