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The Song of Lyricaen
Bard Captain, Knights Ta'Ardenai,
My name is Lyricaen.
I sing of him, quite softly,
Please judge harsh not this man.
Born in the green bright bowers
of,
A Sylvan's Forest deep.
The tale of how he lost his home,
Shall surely make ye weep.
My father, a mighty Hierophant,
Much honored and so wise.
My mother, a lovely song-mistress,
Whose voice could mesmerize.
The horror struck fast, one quiet
night,
Whilst all in bed did sleep.
A forest fire, came swift and fast,
From tree to tree did leap.
Now, Fate is odd, Fate is sad,
Some may have called it luck.
But I, alone that fateful night,
Survived it's deep-felt cut.
Orphaned now, and lost in grief,
I wandered far and wide.
Until I found a turnip truck,
An' took it for a ride.
Now I have a new family,
Reforged the missing link.
But if I'm thinking of the past,
Well... sometimes I must drink.
The new family, of which I sing,
Palooka be Papa.
Then Kellorenah & Starkly,
Gran'ma & Gran'pa.
The fairest one, in the sky,
Her beauty shines so bright.
Is my beloved, Aramina
Last name of Edernite!
The moral of this, my song so
fair,
I hope ye get it right.
This is what I've learned now as,
A Ta'Ardenai Temple Knight:
If times be bad, an' oh so bleak,
You tremble at your plight.
With Hope, an' Love and Brotherhood
All will be set a'right!
You Never Startle A Locksmith by Elvinyouth Hentroth
You never startle a locksmith, For he's who holds your box. And toils on it night and day. The box, its traps, its locks.
Now locksmiths are a quirky type, They quite often go BOOM! And often with a wondrous sweep, They'll kindly clean your room!
So never startle a locksmith, Lest fleet of foot you be. Now lemme just open yer boxie.. *SNAP* *CLICK* Another!? Quick, flee!!
So while yer waitin' in me line, Ye best hold fast yer shield. Cause danger may lie out in the wilds, But locksmithin's it's own battlefield!
The Mighty
Angel
by Eriez
Napster
I saw a mighty
Angel
In early morning light
Just as I awakened
From a vivid dream of night
Dressed in
brigandine
He wore a Green Beret
This mighty warrior Angel
I saw at break of day
He held a sword so
gleaming
I was blinded by its light
He had a V’tull symbol
on his arm upon the right
He said "I'm
keeper of the truth
A warrior from these lands
I fight here with my brothers
I'll tell you who I am
You'll find my name
at Wehnimer's
in the section by the gates
my heart's in the Forest of Darkness
and the hour is getting late
I shall now leave
you here
Alone in this fight
Lorminstra laid her judgment
And I must now go toward the light"
My Angel warrior
was gone
The Demonic was too strong
But his soul carries me through the nights.