Nilme/Songs

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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. (2004-2021). Singers in Elanthia are welcome to use these songs as long as she is credited 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

Orphaned at an early age when evil chose a mortal sin, a fair young child with blue-black hair, her tale, in sorrow, doth begin. Her parents (strong, Ilithic souls) did travel far and wide, they say. to sing the 'Rage', the 'Drums', 'Resolve'. Their instruments, they'd gladly play. They wandered into forest deep, where Cheldennat made his abode, and to their ignorance- he crept and sent them down the Starry Road. Upon their walk, they left this child in forest glen to mourn and keen, when the selfish Cheldennat, smiled, and toward the child approached unseen. With one strong arm, he swept the child, fleeing quickly from the glen. To home he went, and kept her there, a slave, to cook, and clean his den. Her days were spent in cold, dark room with naught but pallet, pot and chair; But merry ever was her soul, in spite of Cheldennat's cold stare. In secret, this young maiden sang- her mother's gift, a high, clear voice; Her Father's gift, a merry heart. She, through each struggle, did rejoice. While Cheldennat did hunt and fight, she mended rags and cooked his meal. In humour mild, she'd tend the fire and grew the herbs, his wounds to heal. O'er many andu, her sweet voice, a beaming light to darkness showed, and finally the day arrived- Cheldennat walked the Starry Road. She stayed for days in cottage old but Cheldennat came not to feed. She finally went to garden gate- hunger and thirst an aching need. As she ventured through the brush, she saw the world, amazed, through eyes which recognized, at last, the truth masked by Cheldennat's bold lies. She wandered 'round, ('twas grace alone, that kept her far from danger's way). To the Crossing she finally came, and heard a street-side minstrel play. Her spirit rose. Her heart grew light. Cheldennat's prison now her past. She asked him whereupon he'd learned, and found the Bard Guildhalls at last. She saw the ones who came and went through magic portal, smiling wide. She spoke with Silvyrfrost to join and then at once ventured inside. And so her life began anew, good friends she meets and songs she sings. She embraces with heart, the Bardic life, and smiles at all that each day brings.

Celebrating People

Almarius, the Itty Bitty Bard

This song was written to honor a very dear friend- Almarius. A faint scent of gingerbread flies into the room A cloud of colorful glitter behind. It's a Gnome Bard, beloved by all she meets- New friends and new fun to find. With tortoiseshell glasses framing sparkling green eyes, She's prepared for all tart emergencies. She inspires laughter and joy from all, Bouncing up and down with great frequency! Puddle Stomper Almarius, in her pink gown- Red-gold hair carelessly crowning her head, When smiling, dimples appear in her cheeks- With a generous and kind heart, she's led. An itty-bitty goblin friend never far away, Only windmills and paperwork bring fear. If she's your friend, she'll stay in your heart, And her sweet laughter forever you'll hear. I hope you'll meet her and see for yourself- Find out how smiling with her is not hard- Hear the cheerful cadence of her very first words, "Hiiii! I'm Almarius- The Gnome Bard!!"

For Someone Unknown

Three moons above me rise and fall, Seasons arrive and then adjourn, While I, in silence, contemplate And into the past return. Another lifetime, it seems now, All my memories are vague and pale. I've tried to grasp the history. But it's been to no avail. Still, the hint of peace you gave me, While the whole world was filled with war, Encouraging me, as you healed When you found me at your door. You gave me strength to carry on, And gave me courage in the fight, Those words of comfort, then bade me To hold close to what was right. You helped me to grow and prosper, Which led me where I am today, You'll ever have my gratitude, Though your name has slipped away.

Izzit Myadow, Da

Gentle carver of ebony, You fletch and you shape, While you pass through both forest and brush With soft, whispered footfalls that seek unseen trails, With your constant companion- your wolf. Strong fighter of creatures, You skin and you tan, Using nature's abundance to aid you, With eyes like an eagle in search of a meal, You find that which you track-without fail. The dawn's colour creeping Through leaf, limb and tree And the darkness which falls into place-- Each paint in my mem'ry the picture of you, And the love that you've shown me, always. Honourable Ranger, Father and Friend, The world, it moves by, while you watch. The towns, they change daily, The cities they grow, But for you, the deep forest's enough. Skilled Archer and Teacher, you forage and search. Da, I've learned so much, there by your side. As your Father before you- at one with the land, With your honor and strong 'Rangah' pride. The dawn's colour creeping Through leaf, limb and tree And the darkness which falls into place-- Each paint in my mem'ry the picture of you, And the love that you've shown me, always.

Mendira, 100 Circles Strong

Commissioned by Navesi and Ahneya for Mendira when she reached 100 circles Each circle reached means quite a lot. It represents all you've been taught. But when one hundred have been earned, it goes beyond what you have learned. All those ranks in your vocation demonstrate your dedication. We celebrate this milestone and the commitment you have shown. Regardless how you like to train, with every circle that you gain, You'll find much closer you will be to reach the goal of Mastery. And friends that you've met on the way, celebrate this with you today. The pride you feel is echoed here, in joyful smiles of those near. Each class, and hunting trip you've made, the practicing in guild or glade, The time you've spent has brought you far. Your talents show that you're a star. You perform and bring us pleasure, giving memories to treasure. One hundred circles! What a feat! Let's now enjoy both drink and treat! Mendira, You're now one hundred circles strong. We've believed in you all along! Our fondest wishes follow you, in all the things you've yet to do.

The Gor'Tog People

For Rawtubby 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. Solinga kalmui takat soling, yaka wana kaupak kua talna tau damaska atna aina muru kau tukwanaka atsa luka nauka. Our families before us, that came from out of the forests, were held captive to work without freedom. Kangka talna yu dap rip, basna kua kau rubuknaka- oming nakana dap ana as diwak huna kau tau wausuan. Full of hunger and cold, thrown out in exile, they endured and made a new home in the mountains. Karakpa soling, tau silaman talna amat at talnala pas tau yaringka. While we, the descendants of sorrow, are finally inside the light. Aisau "Sangka Wiribibit" uba, soling yanaka sa sikwanaka, katka abinaka amangkau wirida dia kau im dap tambas. No "Green Troll" now, we do not forget but abandon anger to live freely in peace and friendship. I observed a mighty Gor'Tog who sat sharpening a sword. I noticed as he worked he seemed neither distracted nor bored. His movements slow, intentional, I saw as I walked away. I thought of the complex history that brought him to this day. The Gor'Togs, long ago, abandoned the forest and emerged- The reason a mystery. Time silenced the loss they incurred. Discovered by a race of saviors, some histories have said, They were taken in and were given clothing, shelter, and bread. Some say it is with gratefulness for this hospitality They worked under the whip, to the best of their ability. But still others say this gentle race was not with kindness saved, for "Green Trolls" as they were called, were taken in and then enslaved. Whether for themselves or against their will, they labored the same. These Gor'Togs worked with no reward, and then one harsh winter came. Though they had given of themselves, when the bitter cold went on, They were released and told to leave, for the stores would soon be gone. Forced to brave the threatening elements with no food or heat They huddled as one, unknowing if they'd find death or defeat. In their strength, they found the Dwarven mountains and a blessed fate. They passed down love and over years lost their bitterness and hate. From Nan to child, throughout generations, they shared their story, And taught how perseverance would lead from suffering to joy. They value honest work and will be a true and loyal friend, It's careful focus on their tasks that satisfy at days' end. Sadly some will only see their size and not their dignity, They mistake the lack of speed for not grasping complexity. It can be a tragic mistake to judge someone by their looks Common sense is possible without understanding fine books. In the important ways that feed our souls, they play a smarter hand. Just a plate of food, a pint or two, and friends can make life grand. Keeping far from stress and strife is a most worthwhile endeavor. To enjoy the best of life you do not need to be clever. A gigantic size or slow speed doesn't mean you are not smart. The wise know romance, love, and kindness can fill the biggest heart. Tau tinga wataknaka wasbila dap atni sumh buluni as palka itukwana tumi.

Phelim

Commissioned by Zynell for the Order of the Apostles' Dream Event 439 AV Dry your tears, they are starlight now. Against the heavens' blackened shade They are diamonds in the night. Tamsine, be ye comforted, And look what I have made. The nightingale flew across the sky Where once there was no light. And drew the eyes of Tamsine Who saw how the stars shone bright. Strike your hammer, and craft four moons. Amongst the twinkling stars I've laid They'll rise and fall, marking the night. Kertigen, you'll be revered, For the moons that you have made. The nightingale flew toward the moons While Kertigen observed his flight, And set them turning in their place When he reached their heavenly height. The fourth moon hatched and danger woke. Phelim's ambush our demise delayed So we can sleep in peace each night. World Dragon, be awake no more And end the chaos you have made. The nightingale left the creature to sleep In Elanthia's heart- a prison tight. Now Peri'el sings her soothing songs, And they've saved the world from darker plight. We walk under his cloak of stars. Beneath his moons, we're unafraid We dance and celebrate tonight. Phelim, we acknowledge you, And the wonders you have made. Sweet nightingales remind us all Of greater deeds, of wrongs made right, And how we have Phelim to thank For sweet dreams that give us such delight.

Darker

Ancient

Into the ground, I fall again. Pushed by words that tumble down- Sliding like rocks down a mountain. And I am undone. So many years of sight Wasted in a moment- Blinded and rendered useless, And I am overcome. Into the shadows, I fade once more, Pressed back with words Spiraling fast- with no warning, And I am alone. So many steps I've taken, Stilled in an instant, Hidden by a thousand grains of sand- And I am lost. Into the past, I find myself Paths marked by forgotten things, The familiar now strange, And I remain. So many times, I fly... yet;Into the depths, I disappear.

Friendship

My Friend

Form: French Rondeau Commissioned by Rawtubby I look to you when I'm laid bare, When life throws me into despair. A greater friend I could not find, With both interests and thoughts aligned. I can be sure that you'll be there. You come to me when life's not fair, When trouble finds you unaware, As you look to me to be kind, I look to you. Our friendship no one can impair. Loyalty, love, and trust we share, Neither leads or is left behind, Both are equal, our fates are entwined. To see a friend whose joys I share, I look to you.

Fun

Faeries Wheel

Through the gate and pay your fare! Don't stop or hesitate! Step right in and snuggle close, leave your worries now to fate! For though the height of the Faeries' Wheel might intimidate, Excitement wins the day as you start to levitate. A lurch! A swing! Then you've left the ground, and to the sky migrate, The height gives new perspective as the crowds accumulate. The Faeries' Wheel! The Faeries' Wheel! One silver buys a ride! Come right in! Step right up! Your carriage awaits inside! The scent of delicacies from below waft up and permeate, While you make a note to try the tasty foods the cooks create. Halfway up the Faeries' wheel, the people fascinate And upon their faces, eager smiles show it's time to celebrate! A subtle swing- your body reels, then vertigo's effects abate. A long deep breath and you smile in relief as your senses modulate. The Faeries' Wheel! The Faeries' Wheel! One silver buys a ride! Come right in! Step right up! Your carriage waits inside! Witness the trail of people as they circumnavigate The many festive tents they've set up on this big estate. The Faeries' Wheel! The joy it brings your smiles illustrate! Still, at the top, the distance from the ground seems very great. Suddenly your heart stops- and with yourself you hold debate, Was that a flying gnome?! There is no time to speculate! The Faeries' Wheel! The Faeries' Wheel! One silver buys a ride! Come right in! Step right up! Your carriage awaits inside! Outside the swinging carriage, the views simply scintillate! You beam at your companion as you both luxuriate! All too soon, the ride will end, as your descent will indicate, And to your fondest memories, the Faeries' Wheel you'll relegate. But for the final moments before the Faeries' Wheel you must vacate, Savor the grand experience you've had. Let your happiness resonate! The Faeries' Wheel! The Faeries' Wheel! One silver buys a ride! Come right in! Step right up! Your carriage awaits inside!

Inspiration

The One Who Leads

When inspiration moves my quill And sunrise over hillsides spill She leads me swiftly where she will. I follow where she leads. Sometimes she leads to oceanside, Sometimes to where my feelings hide, She finds the places I reside. To you, she sometimes leads. My deepest thoughts flow through my pen And I start writing once again. In silence or by noisy din. I start to take the lead. My confidence, each shattered piece, Salvaged so gently, fears decrease. Doubts, once so strong, their whispers cease. I revel as I lead. Her eyes I feel upon my page Words fly like birds freed from their cage The wounds of quiet pen assuage. She smiles while I lead.

• A New Page
• Apple Brandy
• Bacon is Better
• Barmaid
• Blindsided
• Burden
• Elements
• Empty
• Falling
• Gambling
• Gorbesh
• Half a World Away
• Happy Day
• Heart
• Inspiration
• In the Garden
• Jack the Pirate
• Kaedan's Birthday
• Lament for a Bottle of Wine
• Light
• Long Days
• Menu
• Mountain
• Neithrel
• Ode to Langenfirth
• Outside the Bank
• Passerby
• Ranger Love
• Regret
• Reunion
• Scenes from the Bin
• Sleep
• Sleepy Lullaby
• Tavern Troupe Audition Piece
• Temmel, the Bard of Clanthew Blvd
• The Ballad of Bay
• The Ballad of Kittrinna Muffkins
• The Bar Sees It All
• The Bay
• The Boat
• The Elven Lovers
• The End
• The Fallen Knight
• The Forge
• The Gift
• The Guardian
• The Guildhall
• The Hunt
• The Inn
• The Langenfirth Bard Guild
• The Ledge
• The Muse
• The Paragon and His Love
• The Prodigal
• The Quill
• Therenlethgenfirth, The Musical
• The Trail
• Together
• Trader
• Treasure
• Two
• Unrequited
• Untrue
• Violin
• Waterfall
• Wedding Song for a Friend

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