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== <i>Original Songs</i> == |
== <i>Original Songs</i> == |
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Nilme is a prolific writer enjoying both writing freely and adhering to restrictive poetry forms. She also enjoys being commissioned to write for people and events, making them as personalized as possible. The songs below were written from 371 AV to the present. (2004- |
Nilme is a prolific writer enjoying both writing freely and adhering to restrictive poetry forms. She also enjoys being commissioned to write for people and events, making them as personalized as possible. The songs below were written from 371 AV to the present. (2004-2022). Singers in Elanthia are welcome to use these songs as long as she is given full credit for her work. |
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If there are any questions regarding the use of Nilme's songs, or to commission a piece, contact her in game or OOC: Discord- Nilme Iondu'il#2122 |
If there are any questions regarding the use of Nilme's songs, or to commission a piece, contact her in game or OOC: Discord- Nilme Iondu'il#2122 |
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Friends of old are still with me, held deeply within my heart.<br> |
Friends of old are still with me, held deeply within my heart.<br> |
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Each day begins a fresh page, with friends newly met, a part. |
Each day begins a fresh page, with friends newly met, a part. |
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<i>Written after a sleep that lasted 10+ years</i><br> |
<i>Written after a sleep that lasted 10+ years</i><br> |
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Long ago I made a life here-<br> |
Long ago I made a life here-<br> |
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Travelled the paths and knew the land.<br> |
Travelled the paths and knew the land.<br> |
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With every step I breathe it in<br> |
With every step I breathe it in<br> |
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And find true peace, unbound;<br> |
And find true peace, unbound;<br> |
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Restored, I've found the way back to my beloved home. |
Restored, I've found the way back to my beloved home. |
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<i>This song was written to honor a very dear friend- Almarius.</i><br> |
<i>This song was written to honor a very dear friend- Almarius.</i><br> |
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Find out how smiling with her is not hard-<br> |
Find out how smiling with her is not hard-<br> |
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Hear the cheerful cadence of her very first words,<br> |
Hear the cheerful cadence of her very first words,<br> |
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"Hiiii! I'm Almarius- The Gnome Bard!!" |
"Hiiii! I'm Almarius- The Gnome Bard!!" |
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Which led me where I am today,<br> |
Which led me where I am today,<br> |
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You'll ever have my gratitude,<br> |
You'll ever have my gratitude,<br> |
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Though your name has slipped away. |
Though your name has slipped away. |
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And the darkness which falls into place--<br> |
And the darkness which falls into place--<br> |
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Each paint in my mem'ry the picture of you,<br> |
Each paint in my mem'ry the picture of you,<br> |
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And the love that you've shown me, always. |
And the love that you've shown me, always. |
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<i>For Rawtubby</i><br> |
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<i>For Rawtubby</i><p> |
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<i>I have written this song to honor the Gor'Tog people as a whole, but also for one honorable Gor'Tog specifically. Rawtubby has inspired this work. It is my hope I have done it justice.</i><br> |
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<i>I have written this song to honor the Gor'Tog people as a whole, but also for one honorable Gor'Tog specifically. Rawtubby has inspired this work. It is my hope I have done it justice.</i></p><br> |
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Solinga kalmui takat soling, yaka wana kaupak kua talna tau damaska atna aina muru kau tukwanaka atsa luka nauka.<br> |
Solinga kalmui takat soling, yaka wana kaupak kua talna tau damaska atna aina muru kau tukwanaka atsa luka nauka.<br> |
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<i>For my daughter, Baylix</i><br> |
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<i>For my daughter, Baylix</i><br><br> |
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I'd like to sing this song I wrote to one who loves a tale,<br> |
I'd like to sing this song I wrote to one who loves a tale,<br> |
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But it's likely she is dead somewhere, or sitting in a jail.<br> |
But it's likely she is dead somewhere, or sitting in a jail.<br> |
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I'd sing to her, but where is she- in Langenfirth or Leth?<br> |
I'd sing to her, but where is she- in Langenfirth or Leth?<br> |
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There's no point asking where she is... she hasn't rubbed her gweth. |
There's no point asking where she is... she hasn't rubbed her gweth. |
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In the forge the day is long-<br> |
In the forge the day is long-<br> |
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Making steel from iron and dust.<br> |
Making steel from iron and dust.<br> |
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The one who wields the hammer sees,<br> |
The one who wields the hammer sees,<br> |
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Gauntlets forged and made- at last! |
Gauntlets forged and made- at last! |
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Into the ground, I fall again.<br> |
Into the ground, I fall again.<br> |
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Pushed by words that tumble down-<br> |
Pushed by words that tumble down-<br> |
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So many times, I fly... yet;Into the depths, I disappear. |
So many times, I fly... yet;Into the depths, I disappear. |
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Without warning, it is at melee,<br> |
Without warning, it is at melee,<br> |
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Striking me with its weapon<br> |
Striking me with its weapon<br> |
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Await the words that point me to the Starry Road,<br> |
Await the words that point me to the Starry Road,<br> |
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As I take my place before my god. |
As I take my place before my god. |
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<i>In Ilithi's Cold, I fell. This is what happened before I was sent back from the Starry Road.</i><br> |
<i>In Ilithi's Cold, I fell. This is what happened before I was sent back from the Starry Road.</i><br> |
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Through cold and dark, we walked, our hands entwined,<br> |
Through cold and dark, we walked, our hands entwined,<br> |
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In the freezing cold, with Snowbeasts in sight.<br> |
In the freezing cold, with Snowbeasts in sight.<br> |
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You'd said by my side you would always stay,<br> |
You'd said by my side you would always stay,<br> |
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But instead, the Mountain took me away. |
But instead, the Mountain took me away. |
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In all ways, the light remains-<br> |
In all ways, the light remains-<br> |
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Dutifully exposing the paths we walk-<br> |
Dutifully exposing the paths we walk-<br> |
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In all ways, the light remains-<br> |
In all ways, the light remains-<br> |
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Bringing warmth to our often cold world. |
Bringing warmth to our often cold world. |
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<i>This song was commissioned by Baylix</i><br> |
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<i>This song was commissioned by Baylix</i><br> |
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It seems there's a matter of great debate<br> |
It seems there's a matter of great debate<br> |
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There, at the bar, I was,<br> |
There, at the bar, I was,<br> |
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And picked up a tray-<br> |
And picked up a tray-<br> |
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I'm now Super Barmaid!<br> |
I'm now Super Barmaid!<br> |
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...To Deliver and To Serve! |
...To Deliver and To Serve! |
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<i>I'd like to sing a song for you, of a happy, horrible day. It is entitled "Lament for a Bottle of Wine". You may want to find a handkerchief...</i> <br> |
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<i>I'd like to sing a song for you, of a happy, horrible day.<br> |
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It is entitled "Lament for a Bottle of Wine". You may want to find a handkerchief...</i> <br> |
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The evening was perfect!<br> |
The evening was perfect!<br> |
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But wait! Now this one's empty!!<br> |
But wait! Now this one's empty!!<br> |
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...No more wine to treasure! |
...No more wine to treasure! |
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Upon the polished, well-used bar,<br> |
Upon the polished, well-used bar,<br> |
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among the pints of ale,<br> |
among the pints of ale,<br> |
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Yes, the bar sees it all!<br> |
Yes, the bar sees it all!<br> |
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The bar sees it all!<br> |
The bar sees it all!<br> |
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| '''The Inn''' |
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Beneath the stars and moons above<br> |
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There walks a couple so in love...<br> |
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Despite the fact they've only met-<br> |
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They will have a night they won't forget!<br><br> |
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In the Inn!<br> |
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In the Inn!<br> |
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Find a room and step within!<br> |
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Silent looks or noisy din,<br> |
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You will find it in the Inn!<br><br> |
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On Riverhavens busy pier,<br> |
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Trav'lers come, in need of beer.<br> |
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To Noble or Pierless, they quickly walk<br> |
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For foamy stout and bawdy talk!<br><br> |
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In the Inn!<br> |
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In the Inn!<br> |
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Get a moongate from the bin!<br> |
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Thieves and Mages, Men of tin<br> |
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Drink together in the Inn!<br><br> |
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When Crossing's folk have gone and gwethed<br> |
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And the chatter leaves you quite... deprethed,<br> |
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Just drag your favourite honey down.<br> |
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Find a room and remove her...<br><br> |
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In the Inn!<br> |
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In the Inn!<br> |
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Ale is plenty, as in sin!<br> |
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Mourn a loss or toast a win!<br> |
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All is well within the Inn!<br><br> |
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An Empath's job is rarely done.<br> |
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The blood and gore is not much fun.<br> |
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So follow the sodden, drunken path,<br> |
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And order up a stout-filled bath!<br><br> |
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In the Inn!<br> |
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In the Inn!<br> |
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Where the drunkard drinks his gin.<br> |
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Before he leaves, she'll kick his shin,<br> |
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But you'll still find him, in the Inn!<br><br> |
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Yes, when its quiet as a pin,<br> |
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Or craziness has settled in,<br> |
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You will not find better kin,<br> |
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Than those you'll meet within the Inn! |
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=== <i>Friendship</i> === |
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<i>Form: French Rondeau</i><br> |
<i>Form: French Rondeau</i><br> |
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<i>Commissioned by Rawtubby</i><br> |
<i>Commissioned by Rawtubby</i><br> |
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I look to you when I'm laid bare,<br> |
I look to you when I'm laid bare,<br> |
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When life throws me into despair.<br> |
When life throws me into despair.<br> |
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=== Fun === |
=== <i>Fun</i> === |
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<i>Written for Kobmand's party</i><br> |
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Money is flowing,<br> |
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Smiles are fading,<br> |
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When another gets a win;<br> |
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But tables soon turn<br> |
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And smiles return!<br> |
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Lady Luck kisses them again!<br><br> |
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Men are crowing,<br> |
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Women glowing,<br> |
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As they view the evening's gains.<br> |
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The liquor flows<br> |
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And flirting grows,<br> |
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Gambling pales as the dancing floor reigns!<br><br> |
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Couples are slowing.<br> |
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Outside it is snowing<br> |
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As they merrily dance cheek to cheek.<br> |
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Bodies are shifting<br> |
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And lovers are drifting-<br> |
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Private spots for kissing they seek!<br><br> |
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Dirty plates are growing.<br> |
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The hungry are stowing<br> |
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Food that delights and satisfies.<br> |
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The cook is cheered.<br> |
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Being cut off- feared,<br> |
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As guests loosen belts with sated sighs!<br><br> |
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Guests, easy-going,<br> |
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The fun starts plateauing,<br> |
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As the evening goes along.<br> |
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Drinks are soon finished,<br> |
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But the joy's undiminished<br> |
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And the guests join the bards in each song!<br><br> |
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With weary glances knowing,<br> |
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Goodbye kisses bestowing,<br> |
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As the clock ends this time of mirth.<br> |
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Kind words they toast<br> |
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To hostess or host,<br> |
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Praises for fun and a feast of great worth! |
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<i>Written for my story-loving brother-in-law, Rudius</i><br> |
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<i>Written for my story-loving brother-in-law, Rudius</i><br> |
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Lift up your glasses and slurp down your ale,<br> |
Lift up your glasses and slurp down your ale,<br> |
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While I share with you, friends, a most terrible tale!<br> |
While I share with you, friends, a most terrible tale!<br> |
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<i>"I've written this song to commemorate those cherished moments that some of us hold so dear. It is called, "The Goblin Hunt", but any hunted creature applies.</i><br> |
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Katamba starts to slowly set.<br> |
Katamba starts to slowly set.<br> |
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The clouds grow thick, the stars- obscured.<br> |
The clouds grow thick, the stars- obscured.<br> |
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We drink our fill and celebrate<br> |
We drink our fill and celebrate<br> |
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To bolt and steel-- To Goblin's lured.<br> |
To bolt and steel-- To Goblin's lured.<br> |
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Smooth curve of acorn's majesty,<br> |
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Shaped with skill to fit my hand,<br> |
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I rest my chin upon your edge,<br> |
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And caress your strings with care.<br> |
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I draw my bow against your strings,<br> |
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Which, taut and tuned, do spark and soar,<br> |
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As gently I embrace your neck,<br> |
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To tame my song's true form.<br> |
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In quiet space or revelry,<br> |
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Your tunes arise with dulcet tones,<br> |
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Leading dancers into flight,<br> |
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Or mourners to their drink.<br> |
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I rub your shape with softest silk,<br> |
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To shine and polish my delight,<br> |
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I pluck or pick or softly bow,<br> |
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Depending on my mood.<br> |
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And every time my violin rests,<br> |
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Upon my shoulder's pale soft skin,<br> |
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I close my eyes and know I hear-<br> |
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The language of my soul. |
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Many pairs of eyes are there,<br> |
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Looking for the careless ones-<br> |
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Ones without the means to see<br> |
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Their pockets being lifted.<br><br> |
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Many pairs of hands reach out,<br> |
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Keeping care to be unseen,<br> |
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Unseen by those with many coins,<br> |
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Whose pockets they have lifted.<br><br> |
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Many pairs of eyes watch close,<br> |
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Looking for the hidden threat.<br> |
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Lucky- those who can prevent<br> |
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Their pockets being lifted.<br><br> |
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Many pairs of hands reach out<br> |
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To catch the jugglies one by one,<br> |
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To gain great skill, so they can keep<br> |
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Their pockets safe--unlifted.<br><br> |
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Coin by coin- Mark by mark,<br> |
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They practice their profession.<br> |
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No Guild to seek-Their home the street.<br> |
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They master this transgression. <br><br> |
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Yes, coin by coin-mark by mark,<br> |
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Their deeds cause such contention.<br> |
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The hidden ones who take your coin<br> |
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Dry your tears, they are starlight now.<br> |
Dry your tears, they are starlight now.<br> |
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Against the heavens' blackened shade<br> |
Against the heavens' blackened shade<br> |
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And how we have Phelim to thank<br> |
And how we have Phelim to thank<br> |
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For sweet dreams that give us such delight.<br> |
For sweet dreams that give us such delight.<br> |
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I call to you when danger's close and I find myself in need.<br> |
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Tranquil, graceful, stern or majestic, you arrive to intercede.<br> |
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Silent protector at my side, all harm to me you will impede.<br> |
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Your faithfulness a mystery, you honor a forgotten deed.<br><br> |
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I thank you, my Alfar Warrior.<br> |
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This ancient debt you feel you owe-<br> |
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That holds you to this life I lead,<br> |
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In far more ways than I can say,<br> |
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Was paid in full so long ago.<br><br> |
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My enemies fall one by one, and to your strength they must concede.<br> |
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Ethereal or imposing, with little effort, you succeed.<br> |
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When I am faced with those who'd hurt me, you step in with ernest speed.<br> |
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That you come at my summons, to what bargain did the fae accede?<br><br> |
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I thank you, my stalwart Champion.<br> |
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This ancient debt you feel you owe,<br> |
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That holds you to this life I lead,<br> |
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In far more ways than I can say,<br> |
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Was paid in full so long ago.<br><br> |
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Your weapons ever at the ready as into battle you proceed.<br> |
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Whether fierce or serene your unspoken warning my foe must heed.<br> |
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Your watchful eyes stay fixed upon me while I tend to those who bleed.<br> |
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I ponder about the code of honor that holds you to your creed.<br><br> |
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I thank you, my Guardian Spirit,<br> |
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This ancient debt you feel you owe,<br> |
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That holds you to this life I lead,<br> |
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In far more ways than I can say,<br> |
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Was paid in full so long ago.<br><br> |
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Yes, This ancient debt you feel you owe...<br> |
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Was paid in full so long ago. |
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| '''The Bardic Guildhall''' |
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<blockquote> |
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<i>This was written specifically for a Bard Guild Meeting.<br> |
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Versions for other guilds are planned and will be below.<br></i> |
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<br> |
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In our Guildhall, bards are found teaching those who've newly joined,<br> |
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Telling tales and singing songs while sharing happy banter.<br> |
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In our Guildhall, hunts are planned, armor glints when hit with light,<br> |
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Defensive spells prepped and cast by each bardic enchanter.<br><br> |
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Each of us upon our journey stepped inside the Guildhall's doors,<br> |
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Joined and chose to walk the path that brought us to this day.<br> |
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In some small way, we each have guided how our Guild is shaped and formed,<br> |
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Whether we are on the stage or fighting foes at melee.<br><br> |
|||
As we reflect on where we've been, the rubble on which these halls sit,<br> |
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The pain and sacrifices paid by those who came before,<br> |
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Let's value where we are right now, move to the future with intent,<br> |
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Defend against our every foe and let our voices soar.<br><br> |
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In our Guildhall, songs are sung, performances and plays are writ,<br> |
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Thoughtful feedback melds with praise, and music fills the air.<br> |
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In our Guildhall, books abound in libraries that beckon us,<br> |
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Introducing us to lore and history we can share.<br><br> |
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Every way that we are different, bolsters how we are the same,<br> |
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Creates a bond between all those who feel the Bardic call,<br> |
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And anyone who joins will know they're family from the start,<br><br> |
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For In the Guildhall,<br> |
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In OUR Guildhall,<br> |
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In our Guild,<br> |
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We welcome all. |
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</blockquote> |
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| '''The Langenfirth Bard Guild''' |
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<blockquote> |
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<i>Written long ago about a very simple, but very special place that holds deep and lasting memories for me. Portions of this song were used in "Ode to Langenfirth"</i><br><br> |
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South from Theren's mighty gates<br> |
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There lies a little town.<br> |
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The people know you as you pass,<br> |
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And smiles are readily found!<br><br> |
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"Langenfirth" for hearth and home.<br> |
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"Langenfirth" for ale.<br> |
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"Langenfirth" for hunting grounds,<br> |
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And Rangers from the trail.<br><br> |
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"Langenfirth" for barge and boat,<br> |
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Ship and quick moongate.<br> |
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"Langenfirth" for swimming-climbing-<br> |
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Or fishing in the Lake.<br><br> |
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"Langenfirth" for friend and mate,<br> |
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"Lang" for child and kin,<br> |
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"Langen" holds a special place,<br> |
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Someplace deep within...<br><br> |
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Near Langen's Temple, Wharf and Bin<br> |
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A modest shop is found<br> |
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And here amongst the bows and bolts,<br> |
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A surprising gift was found. <br><br> |
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For when passing by the Bowyers,<br> |
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In the quiet you would hear,<br> |
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Threads of music fill the air<br> |
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(between long sips of beer!)<br><br> |
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And what, pray tell, prompted the noise,<br> |
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And who performed the tune?<br> |
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It was just the ‘Langen Bard Guild’<br> |
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Meeting back in Jarrod's room!<br><br> |
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The strings, winds and percussion<br> |
|||
Shared the space with Jarrod's bow.<br> |
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And the Bards would sing and drink there<br> |
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Until Jarrod made them go!<br><br> |
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You'd hear the sweet Faenella's Grace<br> |
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While you browsed the Bowyer's wares<br> |
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As the Bards would teach each other...<br> |
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Glad that Jarrod didn’t care.<br><br> |
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For the peaceful room they borrowed<br> |
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Gave the Bards a place to sing.<br> |
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So that's why as people passed this place<br> |
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They heard the melodies ring.<br><br> |
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Some said without a Leader,<br> |
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This 'Guild' did not exist,<br> |
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But the merry Bards that met there<br> |
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Dismissed the ones who would resist.<br><br> |
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We encouraged, taught and practiced-<br> |
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Passed on History and Lore.<br> |
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We hunted, scraped and bundled,<br> |
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While enchantes filled the store.<br><br> |
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We may not have had a 'Silvyrfrost',<br> |
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'Ezruh', “Tasdean”, 'Yaziyi' or 'MacFrae'<br> |
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But the Spirit of the Bardic life<br> |
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Was present there each day.<br><br> |
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We would practice, flirt, and drink there,<br> |
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Laugh as good friendships we'd build-<br> |
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And lived peacefully within the walls<br> |
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Of our Langenfirth Bard Guild.<br><br> |
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"Langenfirth" for hearth and home,<br>"Lang" for friend and kin,<br> |
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"Langen" holds a special place,<br><br> |
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Someplace... deep... within. |
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</blockquote> |
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| '''The Life Wheel''' |
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|- |
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| |
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<blockquote> |
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<i>Written for Claribel, about the Wheel in the Paladin Guild in Hibarnhvidar</i><br><br> |
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A Paladin's Story from long, long ago, you'll find carved out of stone in their guild.<br> |
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When you move a wheel you'll see part of the tale. With each turn, here's the story you'll build.<br> |
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<br> |
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A baby was born but her Mother was lost. While holding her, her Father grieved.<br> |
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A young Dwarven woman left a great gift- a baby who, one day, her people she'd lead.<br> |
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<br> |
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Her father, who loved her, was an architect of great skill, so the story is told.<br> |
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Pointing to a mountain, he gave her a hug. Always in his heart, this child he'd hold.<br> |
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<br> |
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This young woman grew into a warrior great. There was no battle too big to fight,<br> |
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Although circled by dragons, her war hammer swung. With great courage, she showed them her might.<br><br> |
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Revered and respected, with honor she led. Her courage was known far and wide.<br> |
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The woman was carved with her hand on her heart, while 'round her head an aura or halo reside.<br> |
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<br> |
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She led her people with war hammer in hand. Skeletons and other evil beings she fought.<br> |
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This Dwarven woman in armor was beloved by all, for the gift of their freedom she brought.<br> |
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<br> |
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Walking through a mountain pass then went The Fist, as now this woman was known, <br> |
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She waved as she left to find vigilance, which on the sixth carving we're shown.<br> |
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<br> |
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Returning, her arms went 'round an older man as he pointed to a mountain face.<br> |
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The woman asked her father to build her a home, while this happy reunion took place.<br> |
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<br> |
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The Fist taught many others about leadership, and courage and honor combined.<br> |
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With a proud lion, did she interact, we observe as the panels unwind.<br> |
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<br> |
|||
In the last of nine panels, chiseled in the stone, is a carving that shouldn't be missed.<br> |
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A large fist is raised up in front of a star, and we're told that here sleeps The Fist.<br> |
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<br> |
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Through the years it has stood very near to a tomb where a coffin and armor were placed.<br> |
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You can see it yourself in Hibarnhvidar, though with a dark maze you'll be faced.<br> |
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<br> |
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Now you know what's been carved on the panels you see when the Life Wheel's been carefully turned.<br> |
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And heard how a baby grew up to become The Fist, whose story you've learned. |
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</blockquote> |
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| '''Traders''' |
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|- |
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| |
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<blockquote> |
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A trader's meant to walk and roam<br> |
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To search the lands for silks and stone<br> |
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To bring to those who live at home<br> |
|||
A taste of the exotic.<br> |
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<br> |
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A trader's meant to find the treasure<br> |
|||
That brings their customers real pleasure<br> |
|||
So they give their money without measure<br> |
|||
To obtain the true exotic.<br> |
|||
<br> |
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A trader's meant to lean and smile<br> |
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To shake your hand without sly wiles<br> |
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To make each person forgo denial<br> |
|||
And covet the rare exotic.<br> |
|||
<br> |
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A trader's meant to show their wares<br> |
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To make their contracts,raise their sales<br> |
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While you empty your pockets unaware<br> |
|||
To own the new exotic. |
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</blockquote> |
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=== <i>Historical</i> === |
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| '''Gorbesh''' |
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<blockquote> |
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One by one, they fall-<br> |
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Prepared for the fight-<br> |
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Eager for the upper hand-<br> |
|||
Only to be struck low in places previously safe.<br><br> |
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Friends and Strangers-<br> |
|||
Blood raging through them,<br> |
|||
Only to have it spilled open,<br> |
|||
To run down the streets and farmlands of Zoluren.<br><br> |
|||
Empaths: healers and targets-both<br> |
|||
Hunted without mercy by an enemy of old-<br> |
|||
Who shatters time to wound and destroy<br> |
|||
Those who would take the wounds of others.<br><br> |
|||
One by one, but faster now-<br> |
|||
Faster than the list of the dead can name them-<br> |
|||
Each one giving their life willingly<br> |
|||
Only to rise and give it once more.<br><br> |
|||
Never-ending death and destruction<br> |
|||
Wrought for an unknown purpose-<br> |
|||
With the faithful standing firmly<br> |
|||
Ready to sacrifice all, to protect their own.<br><br> |
|||
When progress, so slowly earned,<br> |
|||
Crawls toward wounded victory.<br> |
|||
The formerly fallen count the cost<br> |
|||
... And the Spirit of a City arises from the ashes of death.<br><br> |
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</blockquote> |
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| '''Neithrel''' |
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|- |
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| |
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<blockquote> |
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Neithrel Bands are worn by Bards. <br> |
|||
Many don't know the story behind these bands, and why we should remember.<br> |
|||
Each band is engraved with messages to us.<br><br> |
|||
Past sacrifices are the foundation of our freedoms.<br><br> |
|||
<i>"May we never forget the storms of the past."</i><br><br> |
|||
From our Bardic GuildLeaders, we are told that despite what trials we may face, we can know that we will never be alone, and that we have, within us, the strength to overcome any obstacle, should we have need of it.<br><br> |
|||
<i>Nothing can silence our Call.</i><br><br> |
|||
Neithrel band around my wrist<br> |
|||
On my hand and heart you weigh<br> |
|||
Remind me of the strength of him<br> |
|||
Whose memory you portray.<br><br> |
|||
Our Guildhalls that now sit with pride,<br> |
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In shattered rubble once they lay<br> |
|||
Felled by the Dragon Priests of old<br> |
|||
That made the Bards their prey.<br><br> |
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<i>Music is the shorthand of emotion.</i><br><br> |
|||
Once Dragon Priests' gave gifts of worth<br> |
|||
The World Dragon's anger to allay<br> |
|||
But an evil crept into their halls-<br> |
|||
And Dzree's murderous heart led them astray.<br><br> |
|||
She took the power for herself,<br> |
|||
And their worthy faith turned to decay.<br> |
|||
She killed those who would stop her plan.<br> |
|||
Their bodies sacrificed and on display.<br><br> |
|||
<i>Where words fail, music speaks.</i><br><br> |
|||
Neithrel Silverfrost arose<br> |
|||
And protected Bards as best he may<br> |
|||
As Dzree slaughtered them for years on end<br> |
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Neithrel's Army struggled to repay.<br><br> |
|||
Defeated by Dzree's army<br> |
|||
Neithrel, in chains, had to obey<br> |
|||
He served in bondage for an age,<br> |
|||
Until the curse on Dzree would not delay.<br><br> |
|||
<i>If I cannot fly, let me sing.</i><br><br> |
|||
He rose and fought at Savrin's side,<br> |
|||
To keep the Priests at bay<br> |
|||
After victory, they worked for us,<br> |
|||
To get reconstruction underway.<br><br> |
|||
Our voices silenced- guildmates dead<br> |
|||
We had to hide ourselves away<br> |
|||
And it's due to Neithrel's sacrifice,<br> |
|||
That our Guild is here today.<br><br> |
|||
<i>To remember, lest we forget the pain of those before us.</i><br><br> |
|||
Neithrel bands upon our wrists<br> |
|||
To our memory convey,<br> |
|||
The sacrifices made for us<br> |
|||
By those who paved our way.<br> |
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</blockquote> |
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=== <i>Inspiring</i> === |
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| '''Inspiration''' |
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|- |
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| |
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<blockquote> |
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I hear the whisper of your words.<br> |
|||
They rise above the city's sound.<br> |
|||
The constant clamor of conversation<br> |
|||
By the weight of your words is drowned.<br><br> |
|||
You whisper words of sorrow, joy,<br> |
|||
Love, loss, and anguish once again-<br> |
|||
An immutable and impatient itch<br> |
|||
Until I act with harp or pen.<br><br> |
|||
Your whispers come to me at night<br> |
|||
They stall me when I try to rest<br> |
|||
Undaunted, unconsciously urging me-<br> |
|||
"Fulfill, with speed, each new request."<br><br> |
|||
When I seek you- your whispers fade.<br> |
|||
You leave me lost on darkened shore.<br> |
|||
In solitude, I struggle silently,<br> |
|||
And from my quill no words will soar. <br><br> |
|||
Yet when I think your whispers gone,<br> |
|||
You speak in tones so soft and low.<br> |
|||
Voiceless visionary of ode and verse,<br> |
|||
Inspiration, in whispers, flow.<br><br> |
|||
The whispers of my muse find me,<br> |
|||
They give me hope. They lead the way.<br> |
|||
They propel me to put pen to parchment,<br> |
|||
When distractions lead me astray.<br><br> |
|||
Inspiration comes to find me,<br> |
|||
It leads me to both verse and song<br> |
|||
It reminds me of the fiery passion<br> |
|||
That lay inside in me all along.<br><br> |
|||
I hear the whisper of your words.<br> |
|||
They rise above the city's sound. |
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</blockquote> |
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| '''The Quill''' |
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<blockquote> |
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<i>A Shakespearean Sonnet for Fenlyn.</i><br> |
|||
<br> |
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A page before me sits- no ink upon,<br> |
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It's endless space awaiting words that sync<br> |
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And meld as I am beckoned by the Dawn<br> |
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With quill no longer poised to move the ink.<br> |
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<br> |
|||
I watch the world through frosted window pane<br> |
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As now it starts to open wide its eyes-<br> |
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Inspiring, teasing Muse, whose whims ordain<br> |
|||
Gives breath so words no longer paralyze.<br> |
|||
<br> |
|||
Where once the barren page made mockery<br> |
|||
In rapid turn displays her deepest heart,<br> |
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And Ink, the dye that carries thought to Thee,<br> |
|||
Entrusts the pen to quickly make its art.<br> |
|||
<br> |
|||
Grateful that my quill no longer seizes-<br> |
|||
Joyful while the muse writes as she pleases. |
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</blockquote> |
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===Love, Found=== |
=== <i>Love, Found</i> === |
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<i>This song was commissioned by a newly engaged friend to her intended. They have since traveled far from the Realms, but her experience is likely shared by others. I offer it with their permission.</i><br> |
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<blockquote> |
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<i>This song was commissioned by a newly engaged friend to her intended. They have since traveled far from the Realms, but her experience is likely shared by others. I offer it with their permission.</i><br><br> |
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In and out of love, I've been.<br> |
In and out of love, I've been.<br> |
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I've felt the lows and highs.<br> |
I've felt the lows and highs.<br> |
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With what's destined to be.<br> |
With what's destined to be.<br> |
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I've found you, my Beloved, and my heart does sweetly croon. |
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I hope others, too, will feel love's tap, 'neath some unsuspecting moon. |
I hope others, too, will feel love's tap, 'neath some unsuspecting moon. |
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*(Placeholder) Falling |
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| '''Falling''' |
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*(Placeholder) In the Garden |
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|- |
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*(Placeholder) Ranger Love |
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| |
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<blockquote> |
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It happened very suddenly,<br> |
|||
At a meeting- not quite chance.<br> |
|||
He chuckled softly at my words,<br> |
|||
Which bid my heart to dance.<br><br> |
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Then hunting, I saw how his shield<br> |
|||
Protected me from harm,<br> |
|||
And in later, quiet, moments,<br> |
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I fell victim to his charm.<br><br> |
|||
His honour- it uplifts my soul,<br> |
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His strength- it gives me peace.<br> |
|||
His kiss awakens every sense,<br> |
|||
In his presence, all fears cease.<br><br> |
|||
My hand lays gently on his arm,<br> |
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My gaze- upon his face.<br> |
|||
Soulful eyes observe my smile,<br> |
|||
With tenderness and grace.<br><br> |
|||
It happened, very suddenly,<br> |
|||
But once he used his charms,<br> |
|||
How could I not fall faint with love,<br> |
|||
Held safe within his arms? |
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</blockquote> |
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| '''Garelith and Samum''' |
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|- |
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| |
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<blockquote> |
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Her violet eyes are flecked with silver,<br> |
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Deeply shining with love's joy,<br> |
|||
When she gazes at her Ranger's,<br> |
|||
Dark brown hair and eyes of grey.<br><br> |
|||
His hands reach up to hold her gently,<br> |
|||
He strokes her snow-white mane and smiles.<br> |
|||
His arms embrace his healing angel,<br> |
|||
And he pulls her oh-so-close.<br><br> |
|||
Her violet eyes observe his features,<br> |
|||
As she smiles, she kisses him.<br> |
|||
Her slender tail curls round him sweetly,<br> |
|||
And she stares into his eyes.<br><br> |
|||
His hands reach up to trace the heart-shaped face,<br> |
|||
That fills his every dream.<br> |
|||
She purrs- her eyes drooping so softly,<br> |
|||
Taking in his briefest touch.<br><br> |
|||
Their silent movements testify,<br> |
|||
To their love- which has no bounds.<br> |
|||
As they keep their love's fires glowing...<br> |
|||
And cherish the perfect love they've found. |
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</blockquote> |
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| '''In the Garden''' |
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|- |
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| |
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<blockquote> |
|||
Sweet flowers blanketed the ground.<br> |
|||
Our breathing was the only sound,<br> |
|||
As we embraced by fountain round,<br> |
|||
In the Chancellor's Garden.<br><br> |
|||
The dim starlight shown all around.<br> |
|||
About my waist your arms were wound,<br> |
|||
As we escaped the eyes of town,<br> |
|||
In the Chancellor's Garden.<br><br> |
|||
'Hold my hand and stay awhile,<br> |
|||
Gaze at me, give me a smile.<br> |
|||
I'll keep ye safe for all the while,<br> |
|||
In the Chancellor's Garden.'<br><br> |
|||
The fountain's water trickled down.<br> |
|||
We murmured words of love profound,<br> |
|||
Against my chest, your heart did pound,<br> |
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In the Chancellor's Garden.<br><br> |
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The night bird's song our whispers drowned.<br> |
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Our hearts' desire we have found.<br> |
|||
Our lives forever became bound,<br> |
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In the Chancellor's Garden.<br><br> |
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I'll hold your hand and stay awhile.<br> |
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I'll gaze at you, give you a smile...<br> |
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You'll keep me safe for all the while...<br> |
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In the Chancellor's Garden. |
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Yavash sets as I awaken<br> |
Yavash sets as I awaken<br> |
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As the Sun reaches its highest point.<br> |
As the Sun reaches its highest point.<br> |
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Sharing my excitement for the years to follow<br> |
Sharing my excitement for the years to follow<br> |
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When we step softly off this ledge.<br><br> |
When we step softly off this ledge.<br><br> |
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| '''The Paragon and His Love''' |
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He sits up to tell her tales,<br> |
|||
Of exploits brave and wrongs set right.<br> |
|||
He brushes back her silken hair,<br> |
|||
And kisses her to sleep each night.<br><br> |
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The silent forest breathes his name,<br> |
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It's trees stretch up to meet his eye,<br> |
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It's birds grow quiet when he walks-<br> |
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To hear the tune his footsteps sigh.<br><br> |
|||
She holds tight to both his hands,<br> |
|||
When doubt creeps in and tests his soul.<br> |
|||
She is there to cheer him on<br> |
|||
And push him, onward, toward his goal.<br><br> |
|||
Her hips sway gently as she moves,<br> |
|||
Her laugh brings joy to all she meets,<br> |
|||
When by chance, she coyly smiles,<br> |
|||
Roses envy her blushing cheeks. <br><br> |
|||
He lifts her sorrow- feels her pain-<br> |
|||
His arms relieve all emptiness.<br> |
|||
His lips bring her to sweet release,<br> |
|||
With naught but just a simple kiss.<br><br> |
|||
The wind is still, the clouds abate,<br> |
|||
The world itself on axis slows,<br> |
|||
Just to catch a tiny word-<br> |
|||
That from his lips perchance may flow.<br><br> |
|||
When in the dusk, proud Xibar sets,<br> |
|||
And Katamba rises in the sky,<br> |
|||
It is her magic bids them move<br> |
|||
(And the twinkle set within her eyes.)<br><br> |
|||
She knows the man behind the myth,<br> |
|||
Accepts as due his well-earned fame.<br> |
|||
She is there to soothe his brow,<br> |
|||
And tend his wounds from battle's flames.<br><br> |
|||
He looks with longing in his eye,<br> |
|||
And smiles at her with mischief great.<br> |
|||
He steals a kiss with quiet stealth,<br> |
|||
And snuggles closely when it's late.<br><br> |
|||
O'er ages plenty, men have come,<br> |
|||
With talent, skill and handsomeness,<br> |
|||
But he stands out among them all-<br> |
|||
His strength reigned in by gentleness.<br><br> |
|||
She lays the path that he will walk<br> |
|||
She sees the boy inside the man.<br> |
|||
She can bring to HIM the joy,<br> |
|||
She sees him bring to all he can.<br><br> |
|||
Her kindness- known both far and wide<br> |
|||
Her voice like birds within the woods,<br> |
|||
Her eyes like pools of shimmering light,<br> |
|||
She embodies all that that counts as good.<br><br> |
|||
He comes home to sweep her up,<br> |
|||
In arms that missed her smile and form,<br> |
|||
He gazes softly in her eyes,<br> |
|||
And kisses her with feelings warm.<br><br> |
|||
His bow is swift, his arrows true,<br> |
|||
His chivalry is quite renowned.<br> |
|||
His eye for beauty quite refined,<br> |
|||
When faced with fools-patience abounds. <br><br> |
|||
She gives him strength when he is weak-<br> |
|||
When foes attack from ev'ry side.<br> |
|||
It's her small hand that brushes back,<br> |
|||
The tears he cannot keep inside.<br><br> |
|||
Her flawless skin is smooth and bright,<br> |
|||
With inner beauty shining through,<br> |
|||
That brings to her a glow unmatched,<br> |
|||
By other ladies' normal hues.<br><br> |
|||
She places all her trust in him,<br> |
|||
His trust in her- a treasure's worth.<br> |
|||
Her smile lights up his daily life-<br> |
|||
He fills her life with gentle mirth.<br><br> |
|||
They walk together in the sun,<br> |
|||
Through rain, strong wind, and blizzard cold.<br> |
|||
They gaze into each other's eyes,<br> |
|||
And to each other, tightly hold.<br><br> |
|||
The Paragon, and She, his love,<br> |
|||
Will forever happy be,<br> |
|||
And may their joy bless you and yours,<br> |
|||
And all their happiness inspire thee. |
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*(Placeholder) Treasure |
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Reside on love's foundation,<br> |
Reside on love's foundation,<br> |
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Building joy one can't define-<br> |
Building joy one can't define-<br> |
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Two lovers blend perfectly<br> |
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When in love's light they reside. |
When in love's light they reside. |
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*(Placeholder) Waterfall |
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*Wedding Song for a Friend |
*Wedding Song for a Friend |
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=== Love, Lost === |
=== <i>Love, Lost</i> === |
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| '''Long Days''' |
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<blockquote> |
|||
The breeze gently brushes my cheek and hair.<br> |
|||
The light comes through the window... just right.<br> |
|||
I look around our home, once loud with laughter,<br> |
|||
Yet silent now in the morning stillness.<br><br> |
|||
Today I eat my morning meal at the table<br> |
|||
Where once your smiling eyes met mine.<br> |
|||
I prepare myself for the loneliness,<br> |
|||
That follows me each day.<br><br> |
|||
Long days lead to lonely nights when you're not here beside me.<br><br> |
|||
My life is full, moving ever forward.<br> |
|||
Hunting and training with friends new and old.<br> |
|||
I play my songs, moving to smile at you,<br> |
|||
But you don't hear or see me.<br><br> |
|||
It gave me joy to sing for you,<br> |
|||
Humbled that despite outside obligations,<br> |
|||
You stopped, creating a pause in your day,<br> |
|||
Just to hear a new piece I'd written.<br><br> |
|||
Long days lead to lonely nights when you're not here beside me.<br><br> |
|||
The Autumn winds blow restless now,<br> |
|||
Shifting and rustling the falling leaves.<br> |
|||
They surround me with their refreshing chill,<br> |
|||
As I make my way- without you.<br><br> |
|||
Yes...<br> |
|||
These long days lead to lonely nights...<br><br> |
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To very lonely nights. |
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<i> The Passerby </i><br> |
<i> The Passerby: </i><br> |
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Early on a dewy morning<br> |
Early on a dewy morning<br> |
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then words of hope,<br> |
then words of hope,<br> |
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While playing on her harp of gold. |
While playing on her harp of gold. |
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The face I know as well as my own stays etched in my memories and dreams,<br> |
The face I know as well as my own stays etched in my memories and dreams,<br> |
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As clear to me and just as vivid as the last time I gazed upon you.<br> |
As clear to me and just as vivid as the last time I gazed upon you.<br> |
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Now you are one with the stars and sky.<br> |
Now you are one with the stars and sky.<br> |
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And all I have are my memories. |
And all I have are my memories. |
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| '''The End''' |
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|- |
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| |
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<blockquote> |
|||
A letter to the wind that sighs a name I cannot speak,<br> |
|||
For tears come close and fall like rain and words seem pale and weak...<br><br> |
|||
To that wind I softly share<br> |
|||
The things my heart holds tight,<br> |
|||
To honour the great love that grew<br> |
|||
O'er magic, starry nights... <br><br> |
|||
The whirlwind night on garden swing<br> |
|||
When interest first took hold...<br> |
|||
The public courting o'er the gweth<br> |
|||
Which I considered bold...<br><br> |
|||
The care you took to share with me<br> |
|||
The past that led you here...<br> |
|||
The charm that flattered with fine words<br> |
|||
And overcame my fear...<br><br> |
|||
These things, I ponder in my heart<br> |
|||
Since your return to home,<br> |
|||
Which left our promise unfulfilled<br> |
|||
And left me on my own.<br><br> |
|||
The walk we took with kisses giv'n<br> |
|||
After every pace...<br> |
|||
The advice to take it slow and savor<br> |
|||
Passions tempting race...<br><br> |
|||
The party guests that listened close<br> |
|||
As you professed you cared...<br> |
|||
The blood that rose from dagger's tip<br> |
|||
When a private vow we shared...<br><br> |
|||
These things, I ponder with intent<br> |
|||
Since you chose to roam,<br> |
|||
Which left our promise far behind,<br> |
|||
And left me on my own.<br><br> |
|||
Your gentle touch against my lips<br> |
|||
As each soft kiss was placed...<br> |
|||
The handfasting that bonded us-<br> |
|||
Your intoxicating taste...<br><br> |
|||
The words you sang into my soul<br> |
|||
That proved your love was mine...<br> |
|||
The words I sang to you, beloved,<br> |
|||
That proved my love was thine...<br><br> |
|||
These things, I ponder in my grief<br> |
|||
Since my heart you've now outgrown,<br> |
|||
Which turned our promise into dust,<br> |
|||
And left me on my own.<br><br> |
|||
I never thought, but dared to hope, to hold your heart always.<br> |
|||
I never thought, but dared to dream, to keep you in my sway.<br> |
|||
Clearly, the days of "We are we" were just a passing tone,<br> |
|||
For your free-wheeling days have come, and I'm here on my own.<br><br> |
|||
I always knew your charm would draw great numbers to your side.<br> |
|||
I always knew I'd share you, but thought to always be your bride.<br> |
|||
Alas, our bond did not endure and one has become two;<br> |
|||
And I am left alone with naught but memories of you.<br><br> |
|||
My grief still shadows haunted eyes-<br> |
|||
Lies hid beneath my smile-<br> |
|||
Its presence pounding in the heart<br> |
|||
That loved you without guile.<br><br> |
|||
I hoped your love would grace my life...<br> |
|||
And surely thought you'd see,<br> |
|||
The joy that filled my very soul<br> |
|||
While my heart was claimed by thee.<br><br> |
|||
I've heard that love and happiness have found you once again.<br> |
|||
I wish you'd found them in my arms...<br><br> |
|||
Signed, Your Angel of Langen |
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|||
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|||
| '''The Bay''' |
|||
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|- |
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| |
|||
<blockquote> |
|||
I know you of old, but by a different name,<br> |
|||
The outside has changed, but the soul's just the same.<br> |
|||
You touched my face once, but now you turn away,<br> |
|||
Just like my dear love, who drown'd in the bay.<br><br> |
|||
His smile was so merry, and full of gods' glee.<br> |
|||
===Love, Seeking=== |
|||
He allowed me to know him, and he said he loved me.<br> |
|||
He'd give me his heart, if I could tempt him to stay,<br> |
|||
But the passions that drove him, led him out to the bay.<br><br> |
|||
He laughed as he held me, and told me of how<br> |
|||
His fleet ship would take him, as he leaned on the bow,<br> |
|||
To places of dreams that were so far away,<br> |
|||
But my love got no further than the rocks in the bay.<br><br> |
|||
Your eyes hold his secrets, Your fingers his touch.<br> |
|||
In all of my life, I've loved no one so much.<br> |
|||
That's why as I leave you, one thing I will say,<br> |
|||
If your passions consume you... beware of the bay. |
|||
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|||
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|||
=== <i>Love, Seeking</i> === |
|||
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*(Placeholder) Together |
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=== Love, Threatened === |
=== <i>Love, Threatened</i> === |
||
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|||
*(Placeholder) The Elven Lovers |
|||
| '''The Elven Lovers''' |
|||
|- |
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| |
|||
<blockquote> |
|||
<i>For the Elven Party 2005. Reworked for the Tavern Troupe's Concert in the Corner, Dec. 28th, 2020</i><br><br> |
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=== Love, Wistful === |
|||
There once were great lovers of Elven persuasion<br> |
|||
Who'd kiss with abandon on ANY occasion!<br> |
|||
Their eyes grew quite dark as they viewed one another,<br> |
|||
Their lust knew no bound'ries when touching their lover.<br><br> |
|||
But these young lovers courted sad separation.<br> |
|||
A spouse had discovered... and sought reparation!<br><br> |
|||
The pre-arranged bonding only one anlas past,<br> |
|||
When riders from the King bade all men to come fast.<br> |
|||
The wedding forgotten, men made preparations<br> |
|||
To join their Commanders and assume their stations.<br><br> |
|||
After years of war, the King was victorious,<br> |
|||
But in small, remote towns, winning's not glorious.<br> |
|||
Her spouse never came home, but a comrade returned<br> |
|||
With the ring of her spouse, from the field, charred and burned.<br><br> |
|||
The young woman knew now her spouse had not survived.<br> |
|||
The long war he had fought made her widow, not bride.<br> |
|||
With fields, huts and livestock laying waste on the ground,<br> |
|||
There had been little choice but abandon their town.<br><br> |
|||
Moving far from their town, seeking shelter and food,<br> |
|||
They'd come to Muspar'i, and the desert's warm hues.<br> |
|||
There were other small townships within the King's lands,<br> |
|||
That made the long journey, and arrived on the sands. <br><br> |
|||
Along with the others, she carved out a new life.<br> |
|||
Time passed, fading the grief of once being a wife.<br> |
|||
Was being barely a bride, then widow, her end?<br> |
|||
No. She then met a kind man who helped her heart mend.<br><br> |
|||
The two became lovers and, in truth, planned to wed.<br> |
|||
Never expecting to greet one who had been dead!<br> |
|||
But sure it is he'd come... and with bow stretched and taut!<br> |
|||
The lovers were startled as they lay on their cot.<br><br> |
|||
Spurning the long, Starry Road, the warrior'd survived.<br> |
|||
The young widow, was shocked, disbelieving her eyes.<br> |
|||
Her lover said coldly,'You knew well where she went-<br> |
|||
To all the troops in the field a missive was sent.'<br><br> |
|||
'YOU dare to censure ME?!', her spouse trembled with rage.<br> |
|||
Her lover had no fear, for he was a strong mage.<br> |
|||
The Elven lass cried, 'Please let me explain what passed!'<br> |
|||
She begged them each, 'Unload your bow.' 'Do not cast!'<br><br> |
|||
She pleaded, 'My Husband... I thought that you had Walked.<br> |
|||
A soldier from your Unit came-- your ring he brought.<br> |
|||
With grief but no good land, we searched for a village.<br> |
|||
That was far from the one the enemy pillaged.'<br><br> |
|||
His voice grew to thunder as he surveyed his wife.<br> |
|||
He took aim with his bow and sought to take her life.<br> |
|||
But before he released, words of magic were said.<br> |
|||
The bow fell to the ground as the Mage's spell spread.<br><br> |
|||
The spouse, now unarmed by the power of this man,<br> |
|||
Decided he wouldn't interfere with their plan.<br> |
|||
He faced her and gave up what was left of his pride.<br> |
|||
Then spoke to her lover, saying, 'She'll be YOUR bride.'<br><br> |
|||
The spouse quickly left, hiding his raging disgust,<br> |
|||
Found a rose, broke the bond- and left them to their lust.<br> |
|||
He could not understand there was love 'twixt the two<br> |
|||
For the lover and bride shared their lives... and souls, too.<br><br> |
|||
With the lovers released, they started a new life<br> |
|||
With a freedom she'd sought since the war and its strife.<br> |
|||
The lovers are happy, and live life without fear.<br> |
|||
May their love and joy bind YOU to those you hold dear. |
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|||
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=== <i>Love, Wistful</i> === |
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Filling dark and empty spaces<br> |
Filling dark and empty spaces<br> |
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Wandering 'round marketplaces<br> |
Wandering 'round marketplaces<br> |
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Those years have passed when all I did was wander,<br> |
Those years have passed when all I did was wander,<br> |
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Now, nothing's missing in my soul. |
Now, nothing's missing in my soul. |
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I huddle in the storm,<br> |
I huddle in the storm,<br> |
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With just my cloak to shield the rain.<br> |
With just my cloak to shield the rain.<br> |
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I pray that you'll be sound and safe,<br> |
I pray that you'll be sound and safe,<br> |
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While you're a half a world away. |
While you're a half a world away. |
||
</blockquote> |
|||
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|||
| '''Passerby''' |
|||
|- |
|||
| |
|||
<i>The Passerby:</i><br> |
|||
Early on a dewy morning<br> |
|||
In a home with windows wide,<br> |
|||
A woman sat, with pen in hand,<br> |
|||
Writing on a piece of parchment,<br> |
|||
Humming to herself then stopping,<br> |
|||
Trading pen for a harp of gold.<br><br> |
|||
<i>Woman in the window:</i><br> |
|||
More quickly than my pen can write,<br> |
|||
The thoughts of you come tumbling in,<br> |
|||
Now on my page are broken lines<br> |
|||
With spaces where the words should be.<br><br> |
|||
Words you said resound within me<br> |
|||
To places where all hope was gone-<br> |
|||
Taunting me with cold indifference<br> |
|||
Reminding me of all I've lost.<br><br> |
|||
More quickly than my voice can sing,<br> |
|||
The thoughts of you come tumbling in,<br> |
|||
Now my song lacks all notation,<br> |
|||
With chorus replaced by silence.<br><br> |
|||
<i>The Passerby:</i><br> |
|||
I paused at once, filled with sadness,<br> |
|||
But then she raised her voice again,<br> |
|||
Her tone had shifted, head held high,<br> |
|||
Her voice rang out with hopefulness,<br> |
|||
Eyes not haunted any longer,<br> |
|||
Fingers flew o'er her harp of gold.<br><br> |
|||
<i>Woman in the window:</i><br> |
|||
Then I look toward the future<br> |
|||
To find that I will thrive again-<br> |
|||
Maybe then to start believing<br> |
|||
One day I will be loved once more.<br><br> |
|||
More quickly than my pen can write,<br> |
|||
Or faster than my voice can sing,<br> |
|||
Words and Melody together<br> |
|||
Combine in me and heal my soul.<br><br> |
|||
<i>The Passerby:</i><br> |
|||
Early on a dewy morning<br> |
|||
In a home with windows wide,<br> |
|||
A woman sat, singing a song,<br> |
|||
Raising her voice to the heavens...<br><br> |
|||
First words of loss,<br> |
|||
Then words of hope,<br> |
|||
While playing on her harp of gold. |
|||
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<blockquote> |
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Upon the barge I met a lady, soft and noble-born<br> |
Upon the barge I met a lady, soft and noble-born<br> |
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Who, as she watched the waves, appeared to be wistful and forlorn.<br> |
Who, as she watched the waves, appeared to be wistful and forlorn.<br> |
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If one day you gazed at me and slowly turned to leave,<br> |
If one day you gazed at me and slowly turned to leave,<br> |
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I'd give it back and thank you for the love you'd given me. |
I'd give it back and thank you for the love you'd given me. |
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</blockquote> |
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| '''Unrequited''' |
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|- |
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A traveler sat in the pub<br> |
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As I ordered a mead,<br> |
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And she began to tell a tale<br> |
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Of overwhelming need.<br> |
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She spoke of longing, love and loss<br> |
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In quiet conversation.<br> |
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My mead -untouched, I stared at her<br> |
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In quiet fascination.<br> |
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O'er every trail I walk upon,<br> |
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O'er every road I wander,<br> |
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O'er every ship and boat and barge,<br> |
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My mind goes back to you.<br> |
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My mind goes back to days long past,<br> |
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When I was blithe and merry,<br> |
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Days when, winking-flirting,<br> |
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I would seek to win your favour.<br> |
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Instead you turned to gaze upon<br> |
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A gentle, fair-haired beauty,<br> |
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And I began my traveling<br> |
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To cure my wounded heart.<br> |
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O'er every path that leads me on,<br> |
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O'er every sandy desert,<br> |
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O'er every brook and creek and shore,<br> |
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My mind goes back to you.<br> |
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My mind goes to your jet black hair,<br> |
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Your smoky, charcoal eyes...<br> |
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Do they darken- black as night-<br> |
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Upon her tender kiss?<br> |
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Do your hands, upon her face,<br> |
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Tremble at her beauty?<br> |
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Good Glythtide, ease your servant's pain,<br> |
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And cure this wounded heart.<br> |
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O'er every town my feet pass through,<br> |
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O'er every village gate,<br> |
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O'er every wood or stony bridge,<br> |
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My mind goes back to you.<br> |
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My mind tells tales of moments shared,<br> |
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And laughter given freely,<br> |
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Times before you made your vows,<br> |
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To your fair-haired beauty.<br> |
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And memories of when I stood,<br> |
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Before the newly wedded,<br> |
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Somehow wishing you both joy,<br> |
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Which broke my wounded heart.<br> |
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O'er every place I find myself,<br> |
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O'er each location traveled,<br> |
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O'er every journey that I take,<br> |
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My mind goes back to you.<br> |
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My weary mind knows far too well,<br> |
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That blessed Glythtide's favour,<br> |
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Will one day fall upon my soul,<br> |
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And end my traveling days.<br> |
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On that day both blithe and merry,<br> |
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Once again I'll be...<br> |
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...when I've at last forgotten you-<br> |
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And healed my wounded heart.<br> |
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The traveler's story ended thus<br> |
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With hopefulness assured.<br> |
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But I couldn’t see her past my glass-<br> |
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For the tears that fell and blurred. <br> |
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I swore that I would tell her tale<br> |
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of lovers thus divided<br> |
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For love is worth all of the world,<br> |
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Even when it's unrequited. |
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=== <i>Lullabies</i> === |
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*(Placeholder) Unrequited |
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=== Lullabies === |
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*(Placeholder) Burden |
*(Placeholder) Burden |
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=== <i>Memorials</i> === |
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=== Memorials === |
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*(Placeholder) The Ballad of Kittrinna Muffkins |
*(Placeholder) The Ballad of Kittrinna Muffkins |
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=== <i>Places</i> === |
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=== Places === |
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<i>Commissioned by The Theren Guard for their event, "Songs for Therengia"</i><br> |
<i>Commissioned by The Theren Guard for their event, "Songs for Therengia"</i><br> |
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<i>Portions adapted slightly from "The Langenfirth Bard Guild"</i><br> |
<i>Portions adapted slightly from "The Langenfirth Bard Guild"</i><br><br> |
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Langenfirth for hearth and home. Langenfirth for stout and ale.<br> |
Langenfirth for hearth and home. Langenfirth for stout and ale.<br> |
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Langenfirth for hunting grounds and for Rangers on the trail.<br> |
Langenfirth for hunting grounds and for Rangers on the trail.<br> |
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<i>Commissioned by Lillietta, who gave me names, a little bit of information, a basic concept, and some ideas for phrases she wanted me to use in this song. </i><br> |
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<blockquote> |
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<i>Commissioned by Lillietta, who gave me names, a little bit of information, a basic concept, and some ideas for phrases she wanted me to use in this song. </i><br> |
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The binfolk are a happy bunch who laugh throughout the day<br> |
The binfolk are a happy bunch who laugh throughout the day<br> |
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And the Lady behind the Curtain peeks out. Let's hear what she has to say!<br> |
And the Lady behind the Curtain peeks out. Let's hear what she has to say!<br> |
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*(Placeholder) The Trail |
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|'''The Trail''' |
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*(Placeholder) Therenlethgenfirth, The Musical |
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<i>Written about El'Bains</i><br> |
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Outside the sleepy village streets,<br> |
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A quiet spot doth, hidden, lie,<br> |
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Under treetops- shadowed,still...<br> |
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A sanctuary's blessed peace.<br> |
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In times of healing, training, chatting,<br> |
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Scraping, counting, braiding grass,<br> |
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This small spot doth serve us dearly,<br> |
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With respite from the hunt.<br> |
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Friends gather among the sloping glade,<br> |
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Sharing knowledge- honing skills,<br> |
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Laughter mingles with the distant<br> |
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Calling of a bird.<br> |
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In morning, eve or noontime sun,<br> |
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In winter's chill or spring's fresh breeze,<br> |
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In private thought or group debate,<br> |
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The trees, our secrets hold.<br> |
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Outside the sleepy village streets,<br> |
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Within a walk to hunt or swim,<br> |
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Our quiet spot doth, hidden, lie,<br> |
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It's sacred peace we seek.<br> |
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No matter where our feet do travel,<br> |
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Inn's that host our weary bones,<br> |
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Our small spot will be there waiting,<br> |
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For our return to home. |
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|'''Therenlethgenfirth, The Musical''' |
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This tale is a journey that I hope you'll find lyrical.<br> |
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It's name is "Therenlethgenfirth"- the Musical!<br> |
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It was strictly uncharming business that led me to join Fenlyn, the Bard.<br> |
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He asked if I wanted to travel up North to see if Marauders and Creepers were hard.<br> |
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He warned me his sense of direction was weak, that we may never reach where we're going-<br> |
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He stated he didn't go on great adventures, but I wondered if he was truly unknowing.<br> |
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Down the Boulevard to the Northeast Gates' large doors,<br> |
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Past the Guardsmen high up on the wall,<br> |
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Through Farmlands, Grasslands, Open Forests and Woods<br> |
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Rolling Hills, Meadows, Foothills, and all.<br> |
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We traveled the Northern Trade Road through the trails,<br> |
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Past the village of Kaerna's great Inn,<br> |
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Through Burned Forest and Lava Field, Tunnels and Bridge-<br> |
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The journey of Nilme and Fenlyn.<br> |
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We went out to the Landing, "Her Opulence" in sight, <br> |
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Crossed the Faldesu to the next stop.<br> |
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Went straight to the Barge and Gwenlion's Lake-<br> |
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There were Creepers and Vines to be fought!<br> |
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Stepping onto the Wharf in the town where I'd lived, my fine guide quickly looked 'round for traces.<br> |
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Searching for something familiar, he realized too late- Langenfirth and Leth are two different places!<br> |
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It took a brief moment to get us on track. You can only imagine my mirth,<br> |
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When Fenlyn said "Write a song, of the Bard, who took you to 'Lethgenfirth'.<br> |
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We traveled the trail that I'd followed for years, and went off the North Road to roam.<br> |
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As we went toward the vines we intended to hunt, he asked if 'Ferenlethgenfirth' I called home.<br> |
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He queried 'Therenlethgenfirth', and pondered awhile, while the forest path led to Ker'Leor.<br> |
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We hunted and talked- had a really good time as we spoke of adventures and more.<br> |
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We had time both to bond and to gamble a bit, as the Barge trudged on back to the Pier.<br> |
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We pondered philosophy, peaches and song, as the next leg of our journey drew near.<br> |
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From the Wharf to the Ferry, to the North Road's small dock, our journey was of unlimited worth.<br> |
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We went to the Bard Guild and there found our friends to share the tale of the great 'Therenlethgenfirth'! |
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=== Sad/Wistful === |
=== <i>Sad/Wistful</i> === |
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Didn't I used to know you?!<br> |
Didn't I used to know you?!<br> |
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Weren't you and I good friends?<br> |
Weren't you and I good friends?<br> |
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The long talks and laughs we shared-<br> |
The long talks and laughs we shared-<br> |
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All those years in our Guildhall. |
All those years in our Guildhall. |
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*(Placeholder) The Boat |
*(Placeholder) The Boat |
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*(Placeholder) The Fallen Knight |
*(Placeholder) The Fallen Knight |
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*(Placeholder) Untrue |
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Sitting near the fire's warm glowing,<br> |
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I have come to finally know,<br> |
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That just because the words are said,<br> |
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It doesn't make it so.<br> |
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I assumed that one could leave,<br> |
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And keep a glad, unburden'd soul,<br> |
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But even when it should be thus,<br> |
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It doesn't make it so.<br> |
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People with their fine intentions,<br> |
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Often fool both friend and foe,<br> |
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But soon the truth comes shining through,<br> |
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And you can see what's really so.<br> |
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One can grin and meet you smiling.<br> |
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You'd never know how they felt low.<br> |
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Their carefree smiles are giv'n with ease,<br> |
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Still, it does not make it so.<br> |
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I'm no angel, if truth be told.<br> |
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I'm a beckoning siren with a devilish glow.<br> |
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I can tell you oft I'm a shy young maid,<br> |
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But these words don't make it so.<br> |
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Illusions deceive, if you want to believe.<br> |
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I've believed and felt many a blow,<br> |
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For sadly, even when you wish it would...<br> |
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It doesn't make it so. |
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== Original Stories == |
== Original Stories == |
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<i>Written for Tavern Troupe story challenge 1/10/2021) </i><br> |
<i>Written for Tavern Troupe story challenge 1/10/2021) </i><br> |
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For me, Leth was simply a blur barely acknowledged while running to ferry or gondola. However, finding myself in no particular hurry one day, I decided to take time to look around. A formidable line of deobar and alder trees line either side of the Alder Bower Gate. Passing through these towering protectors of the town’s homes and shops, I began to discover what many already knew: Leth Deriel, with its quaint charm, is actually a lovely place. This Elven village I'd been running through, I saw with different eyes.<br> |
For me, Leth was simply a blur barely acknowledged while running to ferry or gondola. However, finding myself in no particular hurry one day, I decided to take time to look around. A formidable line of deobar and alder trees line either side of the Alder Bower Gate. Passing through these towering protectors of the town’s homes and shops, I began to discover what many already knew: Leth Deriel, with its quaint charm, is actually a lovely place. This Elven village I'd been running through, I saw with different eyes.<br> |
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All because the soldier had finally found home. |
All because the soldier had finally found home. |
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* [[Nilme/Timeline|Nilme's Timeline]] |
* [[Nilme/Timeline|Nilme's Timeline]] |
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* [[Nilme/Artwork|Nilme's Artwork]] |
* [[Nilme/Artwork|Nilme's Artwork]] |
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*[[Nilme/Others|Nilme, as Viewed by Others]] |
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==OOC== |
==OOC== |
Latest revision as of 08:29, 20 January 2022
Original Songs
Nilme is a prolific writer enjoying both writing freely and adhering to restrictive poetry forms. She also enjoys being commissioned to write for people and events, making them as personalized as possible. The songs below were written from 371 AV to the present. (2004-2022). Singers in Elanthia are welcome to use these songs as long as she is given full credit for her work.
If there are any questions regarding the use of Nilme's songs, or to commission a piece, contact her in game or OOC: Discord- Nilme Iondu'il#2122
Autobiographical
Nilme's Tale |
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Nilme's Tale: A New Page |
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Nilme's Tale: The Prodigal |
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Tavern Troupe Audition Piece |
Celebrating People
Almarius, the Itty Bitty Bard |
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For Someone Unknown |
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Izzit Myadow, Da |
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Kaedan's Birthday |
Mendira, 100 Circles Strong |
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The Gor'Tog People |
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Temmel, the Bard of Clanthew Blvd |
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The Ballad of Bay |
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Crafting
The Forge |
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Darker
Ancient |
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Blindsided |
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The Mountain |
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Encouragement
Light |
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Food and Drink
Apple Brandy |
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Bacon is Better |
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Barmaid |
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Lament for a Bottle of Wine |
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- (Placeholder) Menu
The Bar Sees It All |
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The Inn |
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Friendship
My Friend |
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Fun
Faeries Wheel |
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Gambling |
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Jack the Pirate (For Rudius) |
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The Hunt |
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The Violin |
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Guild Related
Outside the Bank |
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Phelim |
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The Guardian |
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The Bardic Guildhall |
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- (Placeholder) The Guildhall (Magic Users)
- (Placeholder) The Guildhall (Non-Magic Users)
The Langenfirth Bard Guild |
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The Life Wheel |
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Traders |
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Historical
Gorbesh |
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Neithrel |
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Inspiring
Inspiration |
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The One Who Leads |
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The Quill |
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Love, Found
Beloved |
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Elements |
Falling |
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Garelith and Samum |
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In the Garden |
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The Ledge |
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The Muse |
The Paragon and His Love |
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- (Placeholder) Treasure
Two |
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- (Placeholder) Waterfall
- Wedding Song for a Friend
Love, Lost
Long Days |
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Passerby |
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Regret |
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The End |
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The Bay |
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Love, Seeking
- (Placeholder) Together
Love, Threatened
The Elven Lovers |
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Love, Wistful
Empty |
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Half a World Away |
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The Gift |
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Unrequited |
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Lullabies
- (Placeholder) Burden
- (Placeholder) Sleep
Sleepy Lullaby |
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Memorials
- (Placeholder) The Ballad of Kittrinna Muffkins
Places
Ode to Langenfirth |
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Scenes from the Bin |
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The Trail |
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Therenlethgenfirth, The Musical |
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Sad/Wistful
Reunion |
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- (Placeholder) The Boat
- (Placeholder) The Fallen Knight
Untrue |
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Original Stories
Toy Solider |
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Find Out More!
- Nilme Iondu'il
- Nilme's Alterations
- Nilme's Homes
- Nilme's Timeline
- Nilme's Artwork
- Nilme, as Viewed by Others
OOC
- Discord: Nilme Iondu'il#2122