Drachorn The mountains his nest Leather as hard as horn There he rest Cold reptilian eyes See the world as far as the eye can see View the surroundings from high and from low Hear only the sound of a distant echo A shril…
Read on ›The Willow's Bell Poetry contest was sponsored by Kyphis, Emerald Arcanix, the Legend Speakers, and the wonderful land of Marind Bell.
Willow's Walk was chosen as the site of the competition both because it has recent history as a place of significance for poets and lyricists and because of the cultural significance it represents for Marind Bell.
These are the poems that were told on Day 122, Year 5.
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!
Some time ago I found an egg,
I took a look, without a scratch!
Grabbed it from that open shrine,
Whispered silent – now you are mine!
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Kept you warm and safe as well,
Days have passed upon your shell.
Then one day, I heard you knock,
You hatched out, and broke your lock.
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Thiny little birdy mine,
I will need to feed you fine.
You should guide me well in fight,
Some day maybe when you gain might.
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For now you´re sitting on my shoulder,
Freezer in battle, crit’s get colder.
Make them move none at all,
Now I strike, they will all fall!
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Now your aged, increased at size,
Choosing you, back then was wise.
Giant bird, supporting friend,
By my side, until the end.
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When I aid the wounds of mine,
I let you fly until skyline.
Proud ruler of the sky you are,
Let my spirit with you soar!
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But what do I see, another bird?
Approaching there, it comes from the north.
Now the battle will be even,
If there wouldn’t be the token between them ;)
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.In the barren heart of the desolated desert,
Where the sand sheds his immortality,
Somewhere in a concrete time and Universe,
Where happiness, arise it's verse.
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In the blue abyss of the eternal glaciers
Where the wind sings his whispers
Where the waters splash on hard rocks
Where destiny was never present.
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There is a desolate, deep, hidden place
Where the wind eulogizes burials
And tears sink it into crying sighs,
There I am. A soul lost in one word.
Insanity grips me,as my mind begins to sway,
It takes a path away from which I want to stay,
Images of her face flow through my mind,
Whenever this happens,a pain I do find,
This pain I have fealt so many times before,
Insanity grips me,and I lose my shore,
Shore of happiness is from where I sway,
To the land of misery,here to stay,
Sometimes I wish things weren't like they are,
Sometimes I wish joy and sadness were at a par,
Till now I have been sunk in tides of sadness,
The pain I experience driving me to madness,
Sometimes I wish things didn't happen like they did,
It seems as if from me happiness has gotten rid,
If only the shore of happiness wasn't so far still....
If only my life wasn't crushed like hay in the mill....
If only I am not tormented whenever I think....
If only I didn't think about her whenever I blink....
If only this pain I didn't have to endeavour....
If only this pain wasn't with me forever....
If only things weren't like they are....
If only the shore of happiness wasn't so far....
I sat down and looked, my dinky feet,
I set my mind and slipped into thoughts deep
I sang of ebullient and gestured the exorcised
Shivered a twitch of young folks lobotomized
Complex phrases and wholesome nouns
What is it that I am trying to get found?
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I sat and I looked, with my foot and five toes,
The intricacies, whole jumbles of woe.
Why was it, when given such arms,
That all my brain said was alarm?
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Run away, go far
Your stories try tick
Upon ears they flick
But when doing tock
Great things they mock
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The result of my inadequacy was a mystery
Something once known, lost in history
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But there, with my two feet and ten toes,
The end was in sight, the source became known
The words were too big, the ears confused
My sentences were huge, and had little to do
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“Lapidate”, “Eradicate”, “Vindicate” “Irate” “Exculpate”
“Alacrity,” “Tenacity”, “Temerity”, “Verity”, “Senility”
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Their shadows were long, the meaning was lost,
All I had left was a tired tongue, dry with some frost
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Then my feet spoke up, the ten toes in unison
They had simplicity, a message for lewder men
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“The heaps of words and blurbs, the thoughts absurd.
We say to you, with the phrase please cease to demur.
Life is that small fungal spot.”
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My thought was singular: at least it endures.
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When you look,
In to the Eyes,
Of the people that you love.
Do you see a Playful Devil there?
Or the Angels high above?
When you look,
In to the Eyes,
Of the people that you know.
Do you see a Pit of Darkness there?
Or the Innocence of Snow.
When you look,
In to the Eyes,
Of the people on the streets.
Do you feel all of their Bitterness?
Or the Kicks of many feet?
When you look,
In to the Eyes,
Of those about to die.
Do you see a Bliss of Ignorance?
Or the Fear within their Eyes?
When you look,
In to the Eyes,
You see within the mirror.
Do You wish to Know all of these things?
Or do You even Care?
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A game was created,
for us to enjoy.
Magic Duel Adventures has been named,
by his creator in joy.
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Fighting, sharing and socializing,
makes us realize,
the incredible features,
this game provides.
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Oh! Magic Duel Adventures,
you are part of our lives.
Many didn’t realize,
your position in our hearts.
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We thank you,
for the fun you provide,
because without Magic Duel Adventures,
we truly can’t survive.
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No other game,
could be compared,
with Magic Duel Adventures,
the best of all games.
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One, Two,
Three, Four,
I open my arms,
And head out the doors,
Slap go my hands,
On the narrow door-frame,
Bang goes my head,
On the low ceiling pane,
I set out for the day,
With bruises and sighs,
Not knowing if it,
Will get better or worse,
Walk down the path,
With a hop and a skip,
Trip over a rock,
And land on my hind,
Now down the street,
I go under a ladder,
Step on a crack,
And there goes my mother,
Now into the shop,
I sit down with a cry,
It isn't my time,
Not yet to die.
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And I don't kill the deeps of darkness with my mind,
Because of magic spells
And other misterious things that I could find.
Because of my traveller body
Which meets a sparkle in a morning
From the beginning of the life, till the end and beyond.
But, in a few days you'll find your shadow,
Your fairy and unpredictable soul,
Which has nothing to hide.
Isn't watched or kept by any guardian,
It travels alone and it's always tired
Without any doubt we'll catch it,
In the place that we know.
Only the sparkle remains after all this damn amalgam
And it's sweet or maybe sour.
It'll be my insomnia which you'll know.
But leave my mind, come into my heart.
We'll still make it trough
We'll pass together the path of earth, sky or moon,
And we'll take the first tought and leave this world.
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Broken-hearted heroes / Listen to me
I think you'll find what's on my mind / Of interest if you please
Here's a pocket full of trouble / And a hat full of rain
For the loneliness of an empty bed / Where I can find no rest
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Love, oh love, is a killing thing / Love, oh love, is a killing thing
It'll make you crawl, it'll make you sting
Love is a killing thing
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I have scaled the battlements / Hoping to climb
Sharpened all my edges / And opened up my mind
To reach these heights I see you stride / And to be right there, by your side
Like a battle-weary soldier / Before the walls of Troy
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Love, oh love, is a killing thing / Love, oh love, is a killing thing
It'll make you choke, it'll make you sting
Love is a killing thing
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I wish my love was a winderwild / Sitting on the garden wall
And I to be a drop of dew / And around her breast I'd fall
Into my love's arms / All with great sport and play
And we'd rowl about the long winter night / And ne'er think long of the day
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Love, oh love, is a killing thing / Love, oh love, is a killing thing
It'll make you crawl, it'll make you sing
Love is a killing thing
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And we have found solid ground / Anchored in the bay
Partners in conspiracy / These dangerous days
And not to be afraid of the way you feel
And to see the flowers of May / Bloom in the high mountain fields
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Love, oh love, is a living thing / Love, oh love, is a living thing
Your open arms are beckoning
Love is a living thing
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1st - Awiiya - Foot Thoughts
2nd - Phantom Orchid - Love is a Killing Thing
3rd - TBA
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