An Ode to the Prism Tattoo

By: Hieyoko Posted on: June 26, 2008

Oh shiny little ink-ed thing,
So silky-smooth upon my skin,
Words cannot state the joy you bring:
The places that you let me in!

A single touch and minor wait
Can supply treasures so divine
The fortunes left so prone to fate
That once were yours are now all mine!

Ashtani footwear, herbs and gold
Now fill my pockets, rift and hands.
Mhaldorian goods I've long since sold
To buy my fare to foreign lands,

Hashani clothes! Babelite wares!
Occultist books of long-lost lore!
Keresis's journal! Twilight's hair!
Light-opposing goods galore!

I owe my current span of wealth
To one tattoo (and idle minds) -
And though my goods may cost my health,
And wrack up quite impressive fines,

And send the hordes of angry mobs
That hunt more skilled than chaos hounds
And feast upon my heart that throbs
With my corpse pinned fast to the grounds -

Despite the pain, I've grown quite skilled
At gathering fortunes unfair,
So (assuming that I'm not killed),
If they are stocking, I'll be there,

And it's all thanks to you, my friend,
My prism tattoo so sublime,
I'll love you 'til the day you fade,
And re-ink 'til the end of time.