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A collection of Poetry, short and epic.

15 Poems from the Willow

The seed planted at Willow's Walk spawned a tradition - it listens to poems, told by anyone that will share.  Handy Pockets is an avid collectors and teller of these peoms, and here is 15 poems selected by her that were told to the Willow, drawn from her personal poetry collection.

Willow's Bell Poetry Contest

On Day 122, Year 5, Poets gathered at Willow's Walk to recite the poems their had written.  This is a collection of those poems.

Berserkers Lament

I was commissioned for this song for *Burns*' "Are You Afraid of Vampires?" quest, and this is what he has to say on it:
A song based on the dim fate of the Berserker's who turned into Tormented souls in the Necrovion Graveyard, who, instead of becoming Barren Souls and powerful healers, use their terrible force not to protect others, but only for themselves and for destruction.

Little victories

I wrote this poem late last night because I was unable to sleep.

I wrote it because over the last few weeks I have noticed that there has been very little good news, not just amongst people I know, I mean in general.

This poem was written so that it might inspire people to stop and look at things that they might not otherwise have noticed.

Thanks.
Garg.

Orchid

A short poem, dedicated to Loreroot

Shadow Weaving - A Dark Poem

Shadow Weaving


See the shadows

Dance and spin

As they fill you

With our sin

 

Clawing, Grasping

For your life

Harbingers

Of coming Strife

 

Hurry now

The time draws near

Cut her through

From ear to ear

 

Accusations

Made of any

Turn this tale

In ears of many

 

See the fire

Burning thin

And the shadows

Rushing in

 

Will you do it

With the knife

Give the shadow

Its dark tithe

 

Come now pretty

Come now dear

Your blood shall pour

Before it’s here

 

Six quarts to twelve

We must have plenty

To fill the shadows

Spinning Jenny...

Best Friend

To My Best friend

Hell

My views on the real world.

Loving Mother

My mother was my inspiration for this poem

A Reminition Poem

A recount of what I saw and thought during and before the rise of Khalazdad the Black:
 
On the eve of one dear night,
Our player who wrote this aroused with a fright.
He saw them all, summoning a Shade,
And wondered what terrible price would be paid.
Next morn the Khal was born,
Only to later leave me to mourn:
 He took me in as his first Man,
And too late revealed to me his evil plan. I cursed and swore at the birth of the Black,
 But now I curse this simple fact: I have no control, no power, I had nothing:
I was a lower.

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