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  • Song of Sanguine- The Curse of Iron

    Kill for me Hand Feed me their Blood Conquer their Land So your Kingdom may Bud Born from the Earth This Evil of Old All Seek it's Worth More Precious than Gold Kill for me Hand Feed me their Blood Conquer their Land So your Kingdom may Bud It Hungers for Blood ...
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  • The Return of the Werewriter

    Dark have been my dreams of late, away in lands of yore. I sought the scroll of long lost script, and now return with rhymes to roar. Those of you who thought me dead, and those who prepped their silver. Feast upon my lines once more, distracted, your metal I'll pilfer. Now, ...
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  • Summerset Sun

    As high and mighty, bright and gold. 'Tis a true beauty, to behold. To get too close, you would be burned. Unless of course, it's trust you'd earned. Fire and light, and warmth it gives. The green below, for it's rays it lives. To be without, to be within. To stand alone,...
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  • Silver Linings

    I gazed up to the sky, to see a cloud, 'twas up so high. I looked down toward the earth, and found ore of little worth. I glanced both left and right, but 'twas nothing caught my sight. But oft' I've wondered why, but then I forget this with a sigh. So many things that must be done, ...
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  • Burdens to Bear By Vanessa the Singer

    A ville at foot of mountain, for a place, I looked, to rest my head. 'Twas normal, I'd pick outside of town or near it, but I picked the inn in town instead. 'Twas there I met a woman, 'bout the same of age as me. She said she ran the saw mill, and for cut lumber, she'd pay fair fee. But w...
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  • Some Light Killing By Vanessa the Singer

    A place of sadness, grave and tomb. 'Tis here hearts fall, folk wreathed in gloom. I came upon this dreary town, and heard an old man's plight.    He said, I'd need to enter a house, and perform some thieving, light. I broke into the cottage, with stealth like that of death. Abs...
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  • Few Words with a Bard By Riitu gro-Hiik

    I came upon a gated hold,    townfolk running white with fear. For tales that dragons had returned, were all the tales you'd hear. I talked my way into the town, and walked towards a well.    'Twas then I spied, a fair young lass, who had some fruits for sale. We talked a while, 'bo...
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  • A Lovely Letter By Riitu gro-Hiik

    A town of peace and quiet,   a hamlet of river and wood. At beginning of adventure,    this gate is where I stood. An elf here I did meet, a man I did meet too. Both fighting o'er the same lass, neither fighting with words true. The elf, a letter he did give me, filled with lies abo...
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