Songs of the Bard

  • Here's a poem, written at our Prince's request.

    _O’er the towers n’towns
    Icy winds of winter blow throughout the fields
    Snow is in the trees
    Lords and peasants using bed-sheets as their shields

    Lying in my bed
    Frozen voice of winter moaning, so it seems
    With blankets all around
    Thoughts of springtime keep me warm in my dreams

    Sunlight on the waves
    The ocean, like a sparkling diamond plane
    Ships upon the tide
    Fly like seabirds on the still, majestic main

    Falcons in the fields
    Soaring through the air on wings that touch the sky
    Dancing in the glen
    Mighty elk that run so fast they seem to fly

    Emerald waves of grass
    A living sea of endless green and gold and blue
    Rolling with the hills
    Faeries riding on the wind in every hue

    Mountains rising high
    Strong and tall enough to touch the clouds
    Hidden in the deeps
    In the stone’s cold heart rest old forgotten shrouds

    The land of the Elves
    Forsaken the jungles and forgotten the ruins
    But still beautiful
    Thick vines, the threads, and great trees, the looms

    Night falls in the north
    Icy hands hold sway there, even in the spring
    With the stars they rise
    Tinted spirits to the heavens taking wing

    Gold sands in the south
    Where the nomads are born to live alone
    Eselbrador in spring
    A land and sky that few have fully known

    I see it in my dreams
    A place that yields to neither space nor time
    Ever changing and the same
    Home of the great and the small, dark and sublime_

  • If you made that up I applaud you heartily!

  • Oh Pentus, ye most excellent of bards, thou ne'er failest to impress.    8D

  • Man your good Pen thats far better than what me and Skip have done so far. But we will see if we can make one as good as yours

  • Aww, thanks guys. I think you're gonna make me blush. Oh, here's the problem Turns ego on Yes, yes, thank you, thank you. It's true, I am amazing. The line starts here to grovel at my feet. Puts ego on medium Okay, I think that's good. Anyway, thank you for the compliments. I'm in the middle of a second one; a narrative poem about an epic war. I was hoping we could add it to sort of the legends of Eselbrador. But anyway, that should be up tomorrow or the next day.

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    You're not gonna try to create anything lame and/or stupid about Jared's relation to the elves and blacksmithing, are you? I wouldn't be surprised if you did; it would just be weird.

  • No Jared, I'm not, and I'm sorry for doing that to you in the first place now that I see how depressed it's made you.

    No, my next poem is about an event that takes place almost ten thousand years ago. It's called When the Wizards Went to War.

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    OK, thank goodness. But then again, I can't stop you from writing whatever you want, can I? If it pops up, then it pops up. It will eventually, won't it? Not that I'm going to be surprised;I am actually wondering how that would look.

    …..........Could I seriously make a request for you to do a piece about that?

  • –>Pentus Takes Requests<–
    Do these words confuse you people for some reason? 😛 Yes, as advertised, and as stated in my job description, I do take requests. 😄 Have at me! I dare you!

  • @Penblade:

    Aww, thanks guys. I think you're gonna make me blush. Oh, here's the problem Turns ego on Yes, yes, thank you, thank you. It's true, I am amazing. The line starts here to grovel at my feet. Puts ego on medium Okay, I think that's good. Anyway, thank you for the compliments. I'm in the middle of a second one; a narrative poem about an epic war. I was hoping we could add it to sort of the legends of Eselbrador. But anyway, that should be up tomorrow or the next day.

    OMG! Your so funny Pen!!! ROFL!

  • ^-^

  • Behold! My next great work!

    _On the long distant roads
    The prince we once did know
    Wanders on the edge of all existence

    So far away from home
    Exiled in the unknown
    He soldiers on with inhuman persistence

    The man without a sigil
    On a long, unending vigil
    Watching o’er the old, forgotten land

    Discarded and despised
    The prince uncrowned; un-cried
    Makes his final, unrelenting, bitter stand

    A man who once we loved
    A man with heart of dove
    Has fallen from his blessed, rightful station

    And now he rides alone
    ‘Crost desert sand and stone
    Now banditry and death is his vocation

    But know ye now the fate
    Of the ones who desecrate
    The honor of a prince so good and true

    One day when ravens fly
    In a black as iron sky
    When the oceans turn to red instead of blue

    And when the winds do wail
    Coming from the north to sail
    Like a banshee all along the land so burned

    Those days shall be your end
    Wretched banishers of men
    Know then, the prince of exile, has returned_

  • Awsome poem Pen, Thanks for doing it for me 🙂

  • It was my pleasure. ^-^

  • I just watched the episode of Dr. Who called When a Good Man Goes to War and I wanted to write this afterwards.

    _When the odds are stacked so high, they’ve blotted out the sky, and the sun just seems to die…

    When hope has fallen low, and the stars have stopped their glow, and the springs have ceased to flow...

    When the sea turns black and red, when the light is left for dead, when the final verse is read...

    When the heroes fail their task, and none stand at the mast, weak, small men, at last...
    Will rise and say “Enough”_

  • The long awaited "Jared Poem." lol. Done from our beloved and conflicted blacksmith's pov.

    _My father gave me strength
    Put the hammer in my hand
    Showed me how the steel
    Can be soft as soggy sand

    He gave to me the forge
    My skill and my vocation
    Though they seem to matter little now
    Compared to my relations

    My mother gave me those
    And gods, it’s caused me strife
    The blood of elves and humans
    Why did she give me life!?

    I used to be a child
    So innocent and pure
    But now I am a freakshow
    A cancer with no cure

    Now they see me as a puppet
    A man of sticks and strings
    Wizards, lords, and madmen
    Force me to jump through rings

    I feel I’ve ceased to matter
    The real me anyway
    The “elvish king” has risen
    And Jared will decay

    Some days I think I’d like that
    To stop my life and rest
    All spirits are the same then
    All spirits are: in death

    No elvish blood to haunt me
    No need to remain brave
    Just the final, unknown question
    And the embrace of the grave

    But my father gave me strength
    My friends will still need me
    And then there is Melinda…
    Screw my destiny_

  • Here's one I've been working on for a few weeks. Brace yourselves for my first epic poem; forty brain-bending stanzas long. That's a hundred and sixty lines of fun milords and ladies! You've been warned, heh-heh-heh.

    And now, I give you…

    When the Wizards Went to War

    _The land was something different once
    Unknown and strange and far
    No memory remains from then
    But that of the Wizards’ War

    They were prosperous and peaceful
    Oh, those days of ancient lore
    The legends tell of happiness
    Before the wizards went to war

    But then the darkness rose from Hell
    With a vengeful, hate-filled roar
    The demons entered the mortal plane
    To kill the men of yore

    They ravaged and they butchered
    Nations toppled by the score
    No force alive could stop them
    Until the wizards went to war

    But the wizards of the era
    Kept themselves behind locked doors
    They were frigid and apart
    And watched the world from afar

    The demons felled the forests
    Burned the mountains and the moor
    They changed our base reality
    Before the wizards went to war

    The wizards stayed secluded
    Kept alone to read the stars
    But then something wicked started
    That would send them all to war

    Spells began to fade and die
    Like the peoples they forswore
    They gathered then to hold a moot
    At the fortress of Baloor

    They gathered in the thousands then
    And discovered to their horror
    The demons were making the magic die…
    ...and they all gained a ghostly pallor

    No force they’d known could do such
    No beast they’d seen before
    They did what they thought they had to
    The wizards, went to war

    The demons came again one day
    To kill, destroy, and mar
    But they found the wizards waiting for them
    Ready to make their war

    The first clash is a legend alone
    The Earth and stars did char
    As the demons and the wizards fought
    Our world changed forevermore

    Their battles were a wondrous thing
    But terrible in their gore
    Oceans of blood soaked the ground
    As the wizards made their war

    Men and elves and elementals
    Fae and dwarves and more
    No race escaped the bloodshed
    No race escaped the horror

    Men died in the millions
    Even dragons died in scores
    The casualties were massive
    As shadowed fire soared

    The battles raged a century
    A mad, unending war
    Shattered and remade we were
    Ten thousand times or more

    The land and sky and oceans
    Even, gods forbid, the stars...
    Destroy, reshape, repeat again
    So went the Wizard’s War_

    Intermission! Let's all go to the lobby!

    _The end began at Shellen’s Deep
    On the bleak and blackened shore
    The wizard king there met his match
    At the twilight of the war

    He was remembered but a day
    There was no time to mourn
    Fast they chose a new leader
    A great wizard named Sadore

    Young and brash, but wise as well
    That was the man Sadore
    The greatest of the greats back then
    And he fully hated the war

    He looked upon the horrors and
    He knew what was in store
    If they stayed upon their current course
    The world would be no more

    The war must finally finish
    The demons so deplored
    Must be sent back through the hellgates
    To where they’d been before

    Locked within his chambers
    Stayed the wizard king Sadore
    Brooding, plotting, and a-planning
    How could he end this war?

    A month and fifteen days
    Before he opened up his door
    Emerging, somber, with a plan
    That we of present now deplore

    He gathered a hundred monsters
    Though wizards’ skins they wore
    Bloodthirsty, mad, and soulless
    They came unto Sadore

    The worst of all the killers
    The ones who thrived on gore
    They followed the wizard king
    To attack Hell’s black door

    Twas a rift between the planes
    An open, bleeding sore
    Twixt our world and the demons’
    This, was the conflict’s core

    No man had ever seen it
    Some said it was just lore
    But in the final battle
    They’d finally face its horror

    They broke the demons’ lines
    And through the ranks they tore
    Blood and shadows and fire
    Death behind them and before

    With a wild, evil glee
    They pushed further than all before
    They turned mountains into sandpits
    And the deadliest was Sadore

    He called upon the heavens
    Upon the wind and waters’ roar
    Oceans rose up from the seabed
    And he led the storm of war

    They pulverized the demons
    But every death brought more
    They fought on day and night
    Until, at last, they reached the door

    Atop a darkened mountain
    Like a twisted, blackened scar
    Rose the portal of the demons
    And began the ending of the war

    The madmen and the butchers
    They took the slopes and bore
    Their king unto the high peak
    So he might finally end the war

    To a man they held the slopes
    As their king beheld the door
    He took his stance at that black gate
    And began his deadly chore

    Only then was the king’s plan
    Made known to those foolish poor
    One hundred wizards stood aghast
    As their souls were taken o’er

    He’d tricked them all, yes every one
    That bastard king Sadore
    He stole their souls and burned them up
    To seal the demon’s door

    The spell is lost, the one he used
    There’ll be no mystic encore
    A hundred wizards were erased
    And one monster named Sadore

    The land was saved, the demons fled
    But the world still hears the roar
    Paltry few managed to survive
    But those few hated mages with a fervor

    We still remember that fateful fight
    When common men cringe on the floor
    E’er they see us using magic; recalling
    When the wizards went to war_

    That's right, it actually does end at some point! So what do you think?

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    Pure awesomeness radiates from this poem. Enough said.  😉

  • Classic! Well written in a very flowing and consistent script and meter. It almost has a beat to it… It's enjoyable to read and I love the imagery and stuff. So, definitely ditto to what Jared said.  😉 Bravo Bard.

  • Here you all go, some mp3 files of yours truly reading, or maybe singing, not sure what to call it really, some of the poems I've written. Enjoy, or get ready for your ears to bleed out. Again, not sure which.

    When the Wizards Went to War
    The Banished Prince
    Jared's Poem

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