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« on: March 31, 2017, 03:14:33 am »
The Ballad of the Dreaming Killoren
Speechless I ascend the world,
No force, just freedom up high.
For what is life if you cannot live,
Earthbound, restrained, born to die?
I fear not death as much as I fear life,
No far adventure frets me as the one now.
For far in the distance the horizon anew,
And though I grasp, I must reach it somehow.
In all dimensions I see all,
The clouds drift and pass lazily by.
Though frail of body my soul is strong,
When I fly unto the morning dawn.
You cannot see as I can see,
At one always with the freedom of the sky.
For you are not born of nature alone,
Destined to be bonded to earth, never to fly.
In hues and colours I see the beauty you cannot,
In every flora, fauna and world folk.
I imagine you cannot place colour to feelings,
Forever you are to hold the grounds yoke.
To see the world in its true state,
To track by natural instinct alone.
To be stirred to tears by the smallest flower,
To great joy and sadness at play and at home.
A river can make me feel unnatural strength,
And I cry tears of joy at orchards in bloom,
I am saddened you cannot feel as I do,
Mortal bound, forever scarred of your doom.
No force cannot stop my dreams,
I fly through the fragile boundaries of life,
My mother is nature unbound,
My sire the force of natural strife.
Aloof I am called, some judge me harsh,
For of no mortal chains am I.
Though of no soul my dreams do sparkle,
As burning stars upon the twilight sky.
The Fat old Froggy
While wandering along a winding trail,
A fat froggy we did spy.
So the archer got into a snipey spot,
And poisoned bolts he let fly.
But alas the fat old froggy,
Poisoned bolts it did not fear.
It flinched its wings, stood up from the swamp,
And a terrible, bestial croak we did hear.
We moved up to engage it,
With cries of “What creature of hell is that?”
Our warrior charged it,
And got stuck in swamp with a noisy splat.
Its tongue grappled the healer,
It was sticky and very smelly.
It huffed and puffed and pulled,
Trying to get him into its belly.
As they all hacked against it,
With its tiny wings it took flight.
It landed on top of all the fighters,
And pushed down with all its might.
Trapping our warriors to the floor,
The wizard blasted it with spells.
Three more bolts from the sniper hit the creature,
And unconscious into the swamp it fell.
With harsh choppy motion,
The head, off it did fly.
And with that the creature snuffed it,
And a happy “Ca Ca!” I did cry!
The Parody of Emperors
I’ve got an epic tale to tell you lads,
And epic tail or two.
About our lovely city,
And our Emperor above,
About days like this,
With the sun aglow.
Got an epic tail, and its all true,
I swear by my tattoos.
There was deep in the forest,
Bedded down without a sound.
Up came creeping,
A winter wolf now on the prowl.
Well our lord, just whimpered in his bed,
“Boys come and get me, when the beasty is dead”
I’ve got an epic tale to tell you lads,
And epic tail or two.
About our lovely city,
And our Emperor above,
About days like this,
With the sun aglow.
Got an epic tail, and its all true,
I swear by my tattoos.
Well the lords good old lady,
Ever without a loving lad.
She would tease me,
Tell me that I was always bad.
So then one evening,
When the lord was out.
Got me into the castle and,
Made her beg, moan, purr and shout!
I’ve got an epic tale to tell you lads,
And epic tail or two.
About our lovely city,
And our Emperor above,
About days like this,
With the sun aglow.
Got an epic tail, and its all true,
I swear by my tattoos.
Well the Emperor likes his slaves,
Rumour has he’s got a dungeon.
All these boys and girls get lost,
Not a trace of any of them.
All I’m saying,
Is that he might have a fetish.
He likes them all tied up,
Before he ravishes them with relish.
I’ve got an epic tale to tell you lads,
And epic tail or two.
About our lovely city,
And our Emperor above,
About days like this,
With the sun aglow.
Got an epic tail, and its all true,
I swear by my tattoos.
His skin is dark,
But when has that been a sin.
Its what’s in his heart,
The dark that lies within.
Just like the sky is blue,
And the grass is green.
His soul is so tarnished,
It will never, ever be clean!
I’ve got an epic tale to tell you lads,
And epic tail or two.
About our lovely city,
And our Emperor above,
About days like this,
With the sun aglow.
Got an epic tail, and its all true,
I swear by my tattoos.
I hope this is an overview,
Of what our lord is like.
He likes to say cruel words,
He doesn’t like to fight.
And believe me when I say this,
While our lord is at the helm.
Anarchy and chaos,
Will forever taint his realm!
I’ve got an epic tale to tell you lads,
And epic tail or two.
About our lovely city,
And our Emperor above,
About days like this,
With the sun aglow.
Got an epic tail, and its all true,
I swear by my tattoos.
The thing about this tale,
Is that it will never get old,
Our Emperor is cowardly,
When everyone else is bold.
So come and listen,
Whenever your about.
There might just be another verse,
For you to laugh and shout!
The Travels of Tol'Quiss
I’ve been around and been afar,
Seen stinking hovels to cities of gold.
But my fluttering heart gets bored real fast,
So I travel before I get caught by the past.
(Spoken) Deep down south there is a banshee,
I approached he stout and bold.
(Sung) And the undead get all kinky,
Old girls like to dream,
Touched her with my magic rod,
In pleasure she did scream!
I’ve been around and been afar,
Seen stinking hovels to cities of gold.
But my fluttering heart gets bored real fast,
So I travel before I get caught by the past.
(Spoken) Well up north there lives a dragon,
He’s as white as pure morning snow.
(Sung) But he’s got a terrible secret,
and its not his hoard of gold and coins.
Whenever he see's this pure white fur,
He gets a stirring in his loins.
I’ve been around and been afar,
Seen stinking hovels to cities of gold.
But my fluttering heart gets bored real fast,
So I travel before I get caught by the past.
(Spoken) In the east there lives an Effreet Sultan,
His lust, pure smouldering desert heat.
(Sung) But when he met my lovely eyes,
He wished he could stamp his feet.
When he realised he couldn’t make me a slave,
A more wilful creature he never did meet.
I’ve been around and been afar,
Seen stinking hovels to cities of gold.
But my fluttering heart gets bored real fast,
So I travel before I get caught by the past.
(Spoken) Into the far west was a mermaid,
Her scales lit up like glittering star's.
(Sung) On a small islet I entertained her,
We frolicked naked in the sea.
The more I played the more she begged,
She couldn’t get enough of me!
I’ve been around and been afar,
Seen stinking hovels to cities of gold.
But my fluttering heart gets bored real fast,
So I travel before I get caught by the past.
(Spoken) Now look up to the heavens, into the skies,
As an eagle I did fly that high.
(Sung) An Empress of cloud lives above us,
Where over the giants she does rule.
When she heard my epic ballads,
I was used as a happy love tool!
I’ve been around and been afar,
Seen stinking hovels to cities of gold.
But my fluttering heart gets bored real fast,
So I travel before I get caught by the past.
(Spoken) Now in the real world lives a prince,
Always lost, never to be found.
(Sung) I once told him ten tiny lies,
And he punished me with ten hooks into my soul,
If I ever told a lie on the realworld again,
I would belong to him, his heart black as coal.
I’ve been around and been afar,
Seen stinking hovels to cities of gold.
But my fluttering heart gets bored real fast,
So I travel before I get caught by the past.
The Orphans
The orphans are eating all the dogs,
Why not? its better than frogs.
Do they add anything to our city,
Or do we feed them through love or pity.
The measure of any creature is its worth,
Staring from conception to birth.
Maybe the whelps have something to offer,
If in their fates we care to bother.
So should we give them a chance,
Those living in shadow of horrid circumstance.
To separate the wheat from the chaff,
And send them down a worthwhile path.
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I move from hamlet, village, town and city,
Like the air I am unrestrained, impossible to stop,
A force of song from mothers very own crop.
I bring my talent for those who would hear,
The darker side of life and love, that born of velvet darkness,
And unrestrained pleasure and fear.
I am the Dark Troubadour, by title and deed,
My company known by many, but do they really know me?
I bring music of the uncaring wild to ignorant fellows,
With no boundaries to hold me down.
My name is Las'van'non Tol'quiss, born of no womb,
Formed of natures own love, and given life by her demand.
Who can judge me, those who cannot understand,
No law's govern my life, no morals that I command.
So sing my victims, sing! For in release you all serve,
And in your pleasure I take mine and live once more,
For victims you all are and slaved to the love of all that is me...
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