{"id":3653,"date":"2020-07-27T14:19:47","date_gmt":"2020-07-27T21:19:47","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/?p=3653"},"modified":"2021-05-10T16:02:38","modified_gmt":"2021-05-10T23:02:38","slug":"200727","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/2020\/07\/27\/200727\/","title":{"rendered":"200727"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone\" src=\"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/images\/2020\/200727.jpg\" \/><\/p>\n<p>200727<br \/>\nNot all adventures need dice<\/p>\n<p>A castle up the old north road<br \/>\nAn eerie, sinister abode<br \/>\nA brave but sad elf was our host<br \/>\nHe said his wife was now a ghost<br \/>\nWe wondered why she took her life<br \/>\nWhat caused this human so much strife?<br \/>\nIt seems our host would leave for years<br \/>\nShe found a man to stem the tears<br \/>\nBut when her husband reappeared<br \/>\nHer lover fled &#8211; the worst was feared<br \/>\nShe had two loves, but neither one<br \/>\nWas there to love, so she had none<br \/>\nShe tried to leave but when she died<br \/>\nHer spirit was forever tied<br \/>\nThe host asked us to do our best<br \/>\nTo put the lady&#8217;s soul to rest<br \/>\nSo we asked him to tell his tale<br \/>\nHe did and cried a mournful wail<br \/>\nHis spectral wife then felt his love<br \/>\nNo longer chained, she flew above<br \/>\nNo weapon drawn, no spell was cast<br \/>\nBut we had done what we were asked<\/p>\n<button id=\"listenButton1\" class=\"responsivevoice-button\" type=\"button\" value=\"Play\" title=\"ResponsiveVoice Tap to Start\/Stop Speech\"><span>&#128266; Listen to Poem<\/span><\/button>\n        <script>\n            listenButton1.onclick = function(){\n                if(responsiveVoice.isPlaying()){\n                    responsiveVoice.cancel();\n                }else{\n                    responsiveVoice.speak(\"200727 Not all adventures need dice A castle up the old north road An eerie, sinister abode A brave but sad elf was our host He said his wife was now a ghost We wondered why she took her life What caused this human so much strife? It seems our host would leave for years She found a man to stem the tears But when her husband reappeared Her lover fled - the worst was feared She had two loves, but neither one Was there to love, so she had none She tried to leave but when she died Her spirit was forever tied The host asked us to do our best To put the lady\\'s soul to rest So we asked him to tell his tale He did and cried a mournful wail His spectral wife then felt his love No longer chained, she flew above No weapon drawn, no spell was cast But we had done what we were asked\", \"UK English Female\");\n                }\n            };\n        <\/script>\n    \n\n<div class=\"twitter-share\"><a href=\"https:\/\/twitter.com\/intent\/tweet?via=stickpersonpoet\" class=\"twitter-share-button\">Tweet<\/a><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>200727 Not all adventures need dice A castle up the old north road An eerie, sinister abode A brave but sad elf was our host He said his wife was now a ghost We wondered why she took her life What caused this human so much strife? 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