Bannerlord Sonnet 1

Shall I compare thee to a finished game?

Thou art more abstract and less actual:

These blogs do shake our earnest hearts, aflame

For Bannerlord to become playable.

In ages past the Butterlord did feast,

And when did his great stores become deplete?

But every lord from Pravend does decease

Before this game will ever be complete:

But thy eternal Humphrey shall not fade,

Nor lose possession of that fair JPEG;

Nor shall a Nord drink from thy skull dismayed,

When for eternal time to blog thou beg.

So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,

Shall this development in progress be.

Submitted March 15, 2019 at 01:08AM by Torneach https://ift.tt/2VW7Uf2