Sander 3157 Share Posted February 26, 2022 CONTENT-Child of Haense -Untitled -The Halfling -Ballad of Khorvad -Oren Knight's Wife Resumed -Lament of Phaedrus -Memory of Haense -Flames of Reza -The Refugee CHILD OF HAENSE I was born in Haense I have her sons as brethren I have her ruler as my father I have her pride as comfort I have drunk the waters of her culture I have made her past my own I keep her boldness as my companion I lost in her defeat and live in her victory I breathe freely only in her climate I know her treasures and her tribulations I see her errors in all their beauty And I have done my best, with others To defend her interests UNTITLEDWith the strength of a thousand daemons The marble crest was clenched Its razor-sharp tip soaked With a wet darker than the void And from that void sprung creation Anything with meaning and without it He who wields it unlimited in ability Except by his twisted, vile and impure Or noble, glorious and honest Creativity, their will to create and To put themselves through an effort Sometimes small yet often great And put a word on that paper THE HALFLING He lives his life To the fullest without regret He finds great comfort In the simple pleasures of it He seeks no great gains For twisted benefit He greets and salutes Every friend and stranger He cherishes dearly That which is worth loving He chooses silence Where silence suffices plainly He celebrates loudly In the tiniest of triumphs He chooses not for venture For he finds value in content And though his vessel may be small His soul is mightier and greater The Halfling. BALLAD OF KHORVAD In Aegis days of old Khorvad There was no justice to be had In Ironborn grip the land was held And ancient tradition there was quelled The tyrant Thorgarn there was lord Who put the scholars to the sword But not all would bow before his throne Brave heroes would fight him to the bone They gathered north at Mount Arvas Where the Remnant of Urguan was Formed by elder dwarven clans of old Who'd fight for freedom rather than gold Then lead by Simppa the exile Forth went they to end Thorgarn's guile Thus thirty years of war, death and strive Were waged and marked ev'ry dwarf alive For kinslaying Thorgarn no rest There was during Simppa's great quest He who put Kal'Urguan under siege And in duel slew his horrid liege OREN KNIGHT'S WIFE RESUMED Down in Oren there lives a knight Known on the field for his might But his wife’s a treasure And so with pleasure She lets in others during the night LAMENT OF PHAEDRUS In forests, oh so dark and damp, where the old trees stand Malin’s wind comes blowing and gives a voice unto the land ’Come hither to me oh withering wind and tell me a story please’ ‘Tell me of Phaedrus Lhe’hileia, oh ancient and soft breeze.’ He was a strong and noble elf in Haelun’or of old He saved the lives of two Sohaers, so valiant and bold Yet the elves of Haelun’or were proud, and not of equal kind Thus Phaedrus and his people left, for a new home they would find ‘Do now not stop oh perishing wind, draw yet another breath’ ‘Please do tell more of Phaedrus before you find your death.’ He founded them a home anew with his elves of woodland kin He built for them a fairer land, with the name of Laureh’lin From there he fought the dark undead, with allies near and far Yet banishment would befall to him, so away then went his star ‘Go on once more oh mouldering wind, for you have not finished yet’ ‘Declare the end of Phaedrus’ tale, before to rest you’re let.’ He moved on to the sons of Krug who invited him as one He learned their ways and magic there, but Phaedrus was not done For a leader he was and a leader he’d be, an Elven Rex so vain But Orcs are of the fighting kind, and so he’d end up slain. ‘Oh Phaedrus! An elf of tales, truly one of legend.’ ‘But to tales you are now reduced, you found your end.’ MEMORY OF HAENSELooking back on Haense I see her quiet valleys Eating away at Snowy peaks A town and village With quiet alleys That meander like Her clear creeks And in this sublime, Rugged frontier The keeps and castles Stand proud, free and strong The forests and homes These people hold dear Joined by the wildlife In a Northern song The wind blows strong there With her cold clouds of snow storms As it cloaks and smothers the Rays of the sun But in all of her counties Her people always found forms To fight the fight and endure With a new dawn won FLAMES OF REZA In the land of Arcas The Emperor reigned proud From his hold Helena The trumpets echoed loud He had been contested He’d fought his pretender He slew all the rebels And burnt Ves’ splendor Yet there was another Fire that was engorged In the flames of Reza Freedoms desire was forged Reza was a grand burg Ruled by Hanseti’s King Yet the pearl of the north Slipped from its silver string The war had begun there And after it was done The land was exhausted And Reza had not won We known’t how it started The source that gave the spark A candle, torch or oven But the fire left a mark For soon before they knew The blazing heat it spread In the flames of Reza The old Haense it laid dead Now the flames of Reza Houses no longer burn But in the northmen’s hearts The flames they do still yearn. THE REFUGEE Where do the crows fly? Where does the rider roam? Where stand the churches and taverns? And where will the sun rise? Where is the Waldenian’s wisdom? And the Savoyard’s smile? Where is the Ruskan’s sacrifice? And the Hanseti’s honour? Where have the fair brides gone? And the feathers on the wind? Where are the chalices? Where is the light? When the Boar made landfall, When the King marched north, When the Prince passed, When the Auspice comes? Where now the towering walls? Where now shields and swords? And the men in mail who charge? Where are the dreams? When the ages come crashing down, When brothers falter, When man wakes up and finds, That it was all borrowed? Where then? 10 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
tcs_tonsils_ 2829 Share Posted February 26, 2022 Borris Iver Kortrevich leaned back on the stone wall as he held writings close to his face. He read fervently, not setting the piece down until he was finished. He read the last word, then slapped the piece of parchment with the back slide of his hand. “Da! Excellent! Another poet around. Perhaps ea shall meet him vone day.” Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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