Lus146 7 Share Posted June 21, 2012 I found this old poem my grandfather, Lus the Bard, wrote after he survived the battle for Aegis and I figured I'd share it with some people so please spread it. We knew that they were always there We just didn't really care When they struck and killed our dear We didn't forget, we didn't forgive... It started to get worse The times they struck We'd win by luck The gods in our favor And then celebrating...free of labor It started to get worse I say I prove this with that one dreaded day The one they took out home town That one town Our town It was covered in netherrack Smeared with lava You would never know that city once thrived It was the city that died Al'Khazar the city that died It died high of pride We thought that they would stop But no, they kept us on our toes Constantly worrying about being robbed Killed or assaulted People became panicked We didn't know what was right Or what was wrong Or what was a little in between They kept pushing with one place left A Forest were the elven kind lived And it thrived, oh it thrived! All those branches and leaves But what I miss most is the mighty mighty trees They burned it down Down to the ground Oh I'll miss the leaves and branches and trees But those were not of my worries But were these They had taken it all our pride and our spirit Thrown it to the ground as they attacked out center Our beating heart our thinking mind our pounding soul And in the last days I heard music play Music of drought suffering no ease I heard the sound of a little boys wheeze As the last men fell And we crawled into the dark The verge they said, the verge Though I hardly heard... 3 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
steelersfan1221 300 Share Posted December 19, 2012 Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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