Willow’s Bell Poetry Contest

Marind’s Bell’s the Capitol,
With open arms it welcomes all,
Willow’s Walk and Angien Hall,
Home of raucous Carnival,
Come see!
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Struck by grandeur, bathed in light,
Moved to laugh or moved to fight,
Clothed in metal, wielding might,
Enjoying Life with great delight,
You’ll be!
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We are the gate to the MDA,
Champions fight or come to play,
Seat of mystery, some would say,
We’ll hold the blight of shades at bay,
You’ll see!
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But do not think us all a Saint
For even Angiens have a taint
Paradise for sure this ain’t
And rosey view I would not paint
For Thee!
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Now peace is fleeting like the frost
By wars this land we did exhaust
And murder foul came with high cost
For Marind’s soul now wanders lost
Poor she!
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And ruined does the city lie
Perhaps to rise yet by and by,
Now truth it is so hard to spy
But don’t despair and do not sigh,
I plea!
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We guardians of a lost city
Find strength in our diversity
Marind’s Folk in league, you see,
Champions of adversity
We’ll be.
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The Winderwild on graceful wing,
And Scout of Air, both news will bring,
While many Birds of cheer all sing,
Of winged tower and noble King,
From tree!
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Heretic Archers by our side
Speak truth to all and never lied
For truth to show and never hide
Is what you’ll seek if here abide
With me!
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Angiens flare beside the shrine
And Elementals form a line
Here by a lake of tears of brine
This is the home that I’d call mine
With thee!