Writing A Legacy - Songs & Poems of Lyle Underroot

[Nehetsrev]

Apreal 11, 1435


Foreword

Well ah've decided ah oughta start compilin' a book te pass down te the next generation o' some o' my poems an' songs ah've written o'er the years.  My adventures 'ave taken me 'round most o' the  world an' ah've seen an' 'eard quite a bit in that time.  But, sadly ah ain' writt'n a 'ole lot 'bout any o' it like ah should've.  So, te 'elp remedy that, ah'll be siftin' through m' memory from time te time an' writin' down m' songs an' poems in this 'ere collection.  When ah retire from adventurin' m'self some day, ah'll pass this on along te some lucky sing'r or story-tell'r so m' legacy, an' maybe some o' the legends o' othahs ah've adventur'd wit', can continue long affer ah'm gone from this 'ere world.

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Whisper Yer Love


Chorus:
Whisper yer love in my ear an' ah'll sing,
Whisper yer love an' ah'll do anything.
Whisper yer love an' my heart will so dare,
Te leave behind each an' ev'ry last care.

1st verse:
Ye caught me eye on that day in the town,
Ye hefted yer blade an' it shown like a crown,
Ah look'd in yer eyes an' ah was drawn in,
By the lady inside, past yer blood-lust born grin.

Chorus

2nd verse:
Ah'm caught in yer petals, o' love full bloom,
Ah'd go wit' ye te battle, or inte doom,
Ah'm caught in yer fire that burns full o' life,
By the lady inside, past yer anger an' strife.

Chorus

3rd verse:
Ye give the pow'r te the song in me 'eart,
Wit'out yer saweet touch, me soul will depart,
So bring close yer lips an' place in me ear,
From the lady inside, Speak what ah need te hear.

Chorus

Finish:
Wit' yer lips on me own, ah'll draw ye near,
Oh my lady inside, ah'll take all yer fear.

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Dedication
Lilly, ye know this 'ere song were written fer ye lass.  Ah still love ya, always will.  Since thangs went sour 'tween us long time ago, ah've d'cided te move on an' find anuthah lass te cherish.  Truth be told, ah'd nevah a been able te make magic wit' m' singin' ifn ah 'adn't met ye so long ago in 'lint.  Ah 'ope yer aspirations o' granduer that ye chose o'er me will 'ave kept ye 'appy all these years, an' that yer livin' the life ye always want'd wharevah ye might be.  Maybe ye'll think o' me when ye 'ear this song agin', ifn ye e'er do.

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Lady o' Comfort


Lady o' Comfort, reach down yer hand,
Wipe away pain an' sorrow from this scarred land.
Even in famine you keep our bellies full,
Milk o' the cow an' meat o' the bull.

Lady o' Comfort, heal all our ills,
Plant in us love an' strength'n our wills.
When wint'ry lands lay covered in snow,
E'en waiting fer spring our praise can still grow.

Lady o' Comfort, break the new soil,
Yield yer harvest from yer tender toil.
Plantin' new seed in fertile fields,
We pray this new crop will double in yields.

Lady o' Comfort, post yer scarecrows,
Under yer safety our sweet life grows.
E'er vigilant they watch o'er the crops,
Under hot sun or blessed rain drops.

Lady o' Comfort, reap yer rewards,
We pick up our plowshares an' put down our swords.
Wit' family an' clan, an' sickle in hand,
We go forth in yer name an' harvest the land.

Lady o' Comfort, from dawn to new dawn,
Spring, summer, fall, winter the cycle goes on.
Under yer care we're sure to flourish,
Mothers, fathers, sons, an' daughters ye nourish.

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Dedication

Thank ye Prunilla fer bein' a constant comfort te me in life.  Ah'd've nevah made it through the rough times wit' out yer gentl' nurturin' te git me through it all.  Ah 'ope this song'll be a comfort te all in days te come, an' a right fine offerin' o' my sincerest thanks te ye fer all the 'appiness ye bring te folks each an' everah day that passes unner the sun.

[Nehetsrev]

A Story O' The Ratman O' Hlint

As all the classic storahs b'gin, our storah starts much the same, wit' the words, "Once upon a time..."  But our storah t'night is one a bit differ'nt than most o' the classics as it's not 'bout a beautiful princess who marries a prince.  In fact it ain' 'bout no prince nor princess a'tall.  Though it is 'bout a couple o' lovers, or at least suspect'd lovers.  Ah'll admit that this storah is based mostly upon idle specualtion of the fantastic sort, though fer all ah ken it could 'ave basis in fact.  Ah'll let y'all judge fer yerselves ifn ye like the storah, an' ifn ye decide ye believe the message te be true, that's up te y'all too.

So, Once upon a time, in a small town out in what seem'd the middle o' nowhere thar was born a girl-child.  From the moment 'er face graced the world it were said she were right beautiful, an' 'er parent's gave 'er a name beffit'n the flower o' a woman they 'oped she'd grow te be.  An 'er name was Florah.

Meanwhile, on the othah side o' town, anuthah child were born.  'E were a boy, an' 'is parent's both died o' sickness afore 'e were e'en named.  It would seem that would be the first o 'many tragedies te befall this young fella.  Now, aside from bein' wit'out parents, 'e were possibly one o' the ugliest children in all o' the whole town, an' it took sum talkin' but 'is uncle an' aunt were eventually convinc'd inte raisin' the child.

Turn'd out the child were none to quick in mind eithah, an' wit' 'is looks an' 'is slow wit 'e were oft the target o' all the othah children an' their cruel teasin'.  So, it came te pass that this nameless, parentless, ugly an' none too bright child found 'imself a place te 'ide away from the othah children an' the loveless treatment o' 'is resentful aunt an' uncle.

The town were still young in those days, an' it were jus' gittin large 'nuff that the people ellect'd te build a sewer-system b'neath what would later become the center o' town.  It was within' those dark tunnels that our lad went te 'ide when 'e could evade the othah children, so on top o' everahthin else, as ye kin imagine, 'e began te carry a ripe ol' smell wit' 'imself wherevah 'e went, promptin' e'en more cruelty from 'is peers an' the townsfolk in general.  But at the same time, this young lad bore in' 'is own 'eart no mallice toward no one, an' 'is explorations o' 'is hidin' place brought te 'im a keen knowledge o' 'em that no othah would evah 'ave.

Time pass'd an' years went by an' our two lovers grew up, fairly oblivious te one anuthah.  Florah in 'er richer part o' town surrounded by folks who doted on 'er everah whim because o' 'er beauty an' their own 'opes te be the ones te 'ave 'er as friend fer their own claimin' o' popularity.  She nevah 'ad a moment te 'erself 'cause o' all the attention, yet in 'er 'eart she always felt alone 'cause no one evah really got close 'nuff te listen te 'er deepest thoughts an' dreams.  While the nameless lad on the othah 'and grew up in 'idin', shelterin' 'imself from cruelty, yet keepin' within 'imself a gentle spirit as e' talk'd te his unusual friends, the rats who would always listen ifn 'e had a few bread-crumbs or whatnot te feed 'em, while 'e spent 'is time down in those dark an' smelly sewers.

Until one fateful day when the two would first truly meet each othah, by chance or perhaps by divine appointment.  Florah were walkin' 'ome from 'er first day at 'er new job 'elpin' the mayor's secretary wit' the book-keepin'.  She'd grown quite skillful in the study o' numbers an' 'rithmatic in general, an' it came natural te 'er.  So, it 'adn't taken long fer 'er te see the way the mayor'd mis-manag'd the town's fundin' fer 'is own greedy gain.  She were a bit vexed by the ordeal.  She didn't ken whethah te report what she'd found te the townspeople an' risk crossin' the mayor an' 'is political clout, or whethah te keep 'er mouth shut an' jus' do what she were 'xpect'd te an' take a bit o' the pie fer 'er own gain.  So, she went te sit by the pond near the local inn while she thought 'bout 'er problems.

It were thar that 'e spied 'er sittin', 'er beauty like none 'e'd seen afore.  Yet in the dim evenin' light he could see the sparkle o' the risin' moon glitt'r upon a tear as it stream'd down 'er cheek.  Our lad kenn'd what tears were, 'e'd cried 'nuff o' them o' 'is own through 'is life.  'E unnerstood that she need'd a friend, like 'e'd need'd a friend all those many days 'e spent talkin' te the rats in the sewers, an' so 'e forgot fer a moment 'bout the way 'e look'd, an' the way 'e smell'd, an' 'e bravely approach'd this flower o' womanhood who sat despondent thar next te the pond 'e'd come te drink from.  'E plac'd upon 'er shoulder a gentle 'and an' look'd 'er in the eyes wit' a compassionate smile an' ask'd 'er, "Would you like te tell me 'bout what's making you so sad miss?"

His relatively unused voice was mal-formed, and most 'ad trouble unnerstanding 'is words when 'e spoke, but this night the fire behind his eyes said all that Florah need'd te 'ear.  An' so, for the first time Florah felt she 'ad found a real friend as she began te tell the nameless lad o' 'er dilema.  An' as 'e listen'd she kenn'd 'e didn't unnerstand the specifics o' it, but she also kenn'd that 'e truly listen'd, an' it made all the difference te 'er.  She didn't e'en notice 'ow ugly 'e look'd on the surface, nor the smell o' the sewers upon 'im, yet jus' 'avin' 'im thar te listen made all the difference te 'er as she sort'd out what she 'ad te do.

Yet, it would be that affer leavin' our nameless fellow that might she'd go 'ome an' lose 'er resolve come mornin' an' yet another day would go by that she didn't speak out against the corrupt mayor.  Soon the day would turn te a week, an' then the week te a month.  'er conscience wrestled wit' 'er again until she once more found 'erself next te the pond.  This time it weren't long afore the nameless fellow were thar by 'er side, his friendship beaming to her through those most compassionate eyes while 'e listen'd again.  An' as she confided in the fellow once again, she chanced te think that despite his outward appearance, an' 'is smell, she liked the fellow, an' was deeply grateful for 'is pressence.

More time would pass, an' still Florah would put off confronting the town with the mayor's crook'dness, an' time an' agin 'er conscience brought 'er te the pond, as well as sumthin' else that brought 'er thar.  She 'ad grown te love the fellow, though this were agin anothah thing she would begin te hide from all the town.

Finally, a day came when trouble began te brew.  The townsfolk began to smell the wreak of a terrible stench bubblin' up from the sewers.  Sumthin' down thar had stopp'd workin' an' in places the sewers began te back up.  The rats who live'd within' preceeded the bubblin' goo in rushin' out o' the ground an' everahone were mortified, as wit' the rats came the nameless fellow who most 'ad forgotten e'en exist'd.  The town guard were quick te grab the fellow an' the rest of the folk began te act a mob.  They proclaim'd the man te be a wick'd sorceror an' blam'd 'im for the problems wit' the sewers an' fer the rats runnin' rampant throughout the town.

Though Florah kenn'd diff'rent.  She kenn'd the mayor 'ad been keepin' fer 'imself all the trues in the budget that were te 'ave been goin' te the upkeep o' the sewers.  She 'eld in 'er 'ands the very ledger that would prove the nameless fellows innocence, an' yet she did not speak up.  She watch'd the fellow taken te the gallows by torchlight an' unner the light o' the full moon as well, an' though 'er heart felt ready te break, she cried not a tear lest 'er secret o' 'er love fer 'im be known to all.  His eye pleaded wit' 'er as 'e were push'd inte position an' the noose slid 'round 'is neck.  She kenn'd she lov'd 'im, but 'er 'eart remain'd ice until the moment it were too late...

She watch'd in 'orror as 'e began te drop an' finaly, b'fore all the town she cried out to them, "No!  He's innocent and I can prove it!!"  But alas, it were too late, as the fellow's neck snapped at the moment of 'er last word.  The townsfolk stopp'd, an' a few began to turn to look at 'er.  So she 'eld forth the ledger an' broke down crying as she 'xplain'd it's contents.  Immediately the guardsmen took the mayor into custody despite 'is denial, yet the nameless fellow's body were left te 'ang as the proceedin's moved inte the newly built courthouse because Florah could not confess her love of the man and ask he be taken down.

While the townsfolk were away, the mice did come play, an' the rats the fellow call'd friend as well.  Though one o' those rats were special, it bore with it a gift fer the nameless man.  A gift an' a curse.  An' in the light o' the full moon the lifeless body transform'd an' fell te the ground as it slipp'd from the noose.  The fellow had become something not man, and not rat, but in between.  An' just as 'e weren't quite rat nor man, 'e also weren't quite dead, nor quite alive.

But our storah don' end thar, no my friends!  For Florah went 'ome affer the proceedin's an' that night the special rat came te visit 'er as well, but this time it came in guise of 'er own shadow an' spoke te 'er a gift an' a curse as well.  "Florah," it began in raspy whispers, "since you waited too long to save your love from death and your conscience from shame, I judge you to this sentance:  Until you confess your love openly to the whole town you will ever be doomed to live in guilt seeing what you have caused done to your beloved rat-man of the sewers!"

To this day, so many years later, both the rat-man and Florah still live.  Bitterness entered the heart of the rat-man that night, the moment before he died.  The bitterness of betrayal.  An so, each night he sends his rats to bring to him the ledger that could have saved his neck as a reminder to Florah of her shameful ommision.  Yet as each day passes, Florah continues to live in denial of the love she ahs for the rat-man, afraid of what people would think if they knew she loved such an ugly, smelly, slow-witted man... A man who once had more love and compassion in his heart than any other she's known.  Ifn thar is love still between them who can know but they until the day Florah chooses te end the curse an' confess te all the love she bore, at least at one time so long ago.

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Dedication

Well, maybe not a 'ole lot o' folks remembah the folks mention'd in this 'ere storah.  An' as ah pointed out in the writin' above, ah cain't say ifn a word o' it's true.  But fer the folks what know o' the ratman an' who remembah ol' Florah, this oughta make fer an entertainin' tellin' o' what might maybe could'a been.

Te Florah, wharevah ye might be now miss, thanks fer the job early on in my adventurin' days, an' thanks fer puttin' up wit' the nuisance this storah might've caused ye o'er the years.  Yer a gem, an' ah wish'd ah'd gotten a chance te ask ye what the real storah might've been, e'en though it probably wouldn't o' been quite as innerestin'.

[Nehetsrev]

Stormcrest Crossroads

Curious foundation o' tangl'd root an' stone,
O' commaradarie, kinship an' fine Dwarven ale.
It sets thar in the clearin', but not alone,
Twin crab-apple trees bear ripe, red fruit wit'out fail.

When autumn twilight strikes as such,
It sets fallen fruits an' mind alike aflame,
Wit' joyous memorie o' tender touch,
An' speaks te me o' 'earts what ne'er will be tame.

The trickle o' the quiet stream tells no tale,
But ifn ye listen wit' yer 'eart, it may proclaim,
The lingerin' o' soulful spirits who prevail,
Their epics still told, not lost in time's obscurin' bane.

Curious foundation o' tangl'd root an' stone,
When autumn twilight strikes as such,
The trickle o' the quiet stream tells no tale,
Down at the Stormcrest Crossroads.

[Nehetsrev]

Corax Lake

A well-travel'd path,
A scenic o'erlook.
A spot whar lovers meet,
A place adventurers greet.
These things an' more...

Lost in thought one sits,
On edge o' cliff,
Soft breeze, nature's sigh,
Scent o' cranberry high
Birds wit' wings te soar...

So close to giant's wrath,
Yet untouched she sits.
Resplendent nature's art,
She touches deep my 'eart.
Can we return te times b'fore?

Can we return te times b'fore?
Love, give me wings to soar.
I wish, these things an' more...

[Nehetsrev]

Various Lymerick Charictatures

Ben Poetr
Ah once knew a fella nam'd Ben,
Who snuck inte the bandits ol' den,
He stole all their loot, and said "what a hoot! Let's do that all o'er again!"


Ellis Kyudo
Ah once knew an archer nam'd Ellis, who could 'ave 'er pick o' the fellas,
But she chose 'er ol' bow, an' what do ya know?
'er aim made the Sun Archer jealous!


Dubbel (the half-giant)
Thar once were a fella nam'd Dubbel, who liked te stay outa trouble...
'E could swing his ol' axe like bees make thar wax,
An' no one gave lip te ol' Dubbel!

[Nehetsrev]

Lookin'-Glass Song

Down they went into darkest hole, a journey to depths below.
Into deepest pits of gloom they stole.  Oh, why?  Oh, why'd they go?
For one would fall and not come out whole, herself no longer know.
With troubl'd 'earts an' sadden'd souls, they ask, "Oh, why'd we go?"

O' raise yer eyes to yonder, lass!  An' don' forget yer 'ome!
Re-learn the one in lookin' glass, an' dusty journal's tome!

Rememb'r not the pain they gave.  Take back the 'ope they stole!
Though darkness shroud about you now, don' let it take yer soul.
Your eyes of fire now burn with tears, in streams beyond control,
Fer you ain' bleedin' anymore, yer no long'r in that 'ole.

O raise yer eyes to yonder, lass! An' don' ferget yer name!
Re-learn the one in lookin' glass, an' leave be'ind that shame!

When morning dawns an' sun does shine, upon yer paled face...
Hold on tight to the one ye love, in tender care's embrace,
An' dark will flee before his light, an' be gone wit'out a trace.
'Cause that's the power o' his love fer you, so rest easy in that place.
Yes, that's the power o' his love fer you. Rise up!, reclaim yer grace!

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Dedication

Ah were jus' sittin' at the Thunderpeak Crossroads one day mindin' m'own business when ah felt o'ercome wit' a feelin' o' sadness.  Ah don' ken whar it came from, or why my voice were pick'd te sing it, but this 'ere song flowed out from m'lips like a prophetic word.  Ye wouldn't b'lieve the emotion what pour'd through me that eve, but it sure left an impression.  Affer singin' this song ah later decided te put it down te parchment lest ah fergit the words an' it be lost.  Who e'er it were for, an' for who e'er it touches now an' in the future, ah 'ope ye all take comfort in the 'ope seed'd in them thar verses, an' ah 'ope this 'ere song lifts ye out o' what e'er darkness touches on yer soul.

[Nehetsrev]

Sixty Men At Sea

Sixty men all out at sea, all of 'em drunk except fer me!
Yo-ho-ho-ho!  O'er the stormy seas we go!  Yo-ho-ho-ho!  O'er the ragin' seas!
Twas ah alone who battl'd the storm, wit' nuthin' in sight te keep me warm!
Yo-ho-ho-ho!  O'er the stormy sea we go!  Yo-ho-ho-ho!  O'er the ragin' sea!

Ah took the 'elm an' pray'd te She, who's touch could calm the ragin' sea!
Yo-ho-ho-ho!  O'er the ragin' sea we go!  Yo-ho-ho-ho!  O'er the stormy sea!
My cries were not to be in vain, an' soon away went all the rain!
Yo-ho-ho-ho!  O'er the stormy sea we go!  Yo-ho-ho-ho!  O'er the ragin' sea!

Twas ah alone who stepped ashore, the rest o' the crew were no more...
Yo-ho-ho-ho!  O'er the stormy sea we go!  Yo-ho-ho-ho!  O'er the ragin' sea!
Now since that storm ah've sail'd seas, wit' nothin' in mind but Mist te please.


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Dedication

This 'ere's quite obviously a song dedicat'd te Mist.  Storms make life innerestin', so it's only right we 'onor what they bring te us an' She who brings 'em.  Ifn ye din't 'ave a bit o' diversity in yer past, whar do ye think ye'd be right now?  Ah'm thinkin' ol' Mist's message te the world is te take the bad what comes, fight through it wit' everah thang ye got, an' make sumthin' good from what ye find affer it.

[Nehetsrev]

Hale & True

Hi-dee ho! We're hale an' true!
You an' me, an' me an' you!

'ead te the tavern an' knock back a few.
You an' me, an' me an' you!
Empty our purse an' pay our due
Give o' our best an' tip 'im a few!

Hi-dee ho!  We're hale an' true!
You an' me, an' me an' you!

'ead out te war an' bring down a few.
You an' me, an' me an' you!
Who can tell what we'll go through?
Ye watch out fer me, an' ah'll watch out fer you.

Hi-dee ho!  We're hale an' true!
You an' me, an' me an' you!

We'll fight side by side until it's through.
You an' me, an' me an' you!
An' if our foes git the best o' you,
Ah'll stay by yer side, ah won't leave you!

Hi-dee ho!  We're hale an' true!
You an' me, an' me an' you!

We're friends fer life, ye know it's true.
You an' me, an' me an' you.
'onor, an' valor, an' devotion too,
We live te our fullest, we're hale an' true!

Hi-dee ho! We're hale an' true!
You an' me, an' me an' you!

[Nehetsrev]

A Wild Wind Blew
 
 A wild wind blew,
 An' bore my 'eart away.
 Te distant shores lined wit' ancient oaks,
 Te rest in the land o' fey.
 
 An' comfort stole away,
 In stormy night it flew.
 Wit' wings spread wide against lightnin' filled sky...
 It tore my 'eart in two.
 
 But my song rings true,
 An' fulfills the price ah'll pay,
 Wit' the blood o' my kin inside my veins...
 Ah'll win back my 'eart today!
 
 
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 (written Seplar 27, 1438 by Lyle Underroot)
 
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 OOC - I've added an MP3 file with me singing the song...  It's acapella so, if you like it, cool, but I'll apologize in advance for sour notes or being off-key or whatnot.  The file is compressed in RAR format, so you'll need to extract it before you can listen, of course.  If this goes over well I may try doing something similar for some of Lyle's other songs in this thread too.

[Nehetsrev]

Smoke-filled Room

A patron sits in smoke-filled room atop a wooden stool.
He sips 'is ale, an' wit'out fail, 'e begins te drool,
When 'is eyes alight on yonder maid, 'e stamm'rs like a fool.

'e watches as she wipes the bar wit' rag an' fierce grace.
When 'er eyes stare, an' see 'im there, an' fix 'im in 'is place,
The boy runs out wit' wobbly knees, an' scarcely leaves a trace!

For weeks they see each-othah thar, in that smoke-filled room.
Sometimes the lass returns 'is stare when she pauses wit' 'er broom,
'til finally one fateful eve, that young man began to croon.

'is song was sweet within' 'er 'ears, an' moved 'er eyes te tear.
She unnerstood what brought 'im near, an' knew it weren't the beer.
So late that night affer closin' time, they each set aside their fear.

Lo an' be'old the years 'ave passed an' togethah they still are.
'e sits on 'is stool, an' tries not te drool for 'is lady be'ind the bar,
An she looks back wit' lovin' eyes te see 'e's never far.

(Written Oclar 27, 1438 by Lyle Underroot)

[Nehetsrev]

The Bandit Bard

Gather round!  Ah'll tell a tale,
Ah'll sing a song, but first some ale!
Gather close!  Yes!  Gather near,
Ah'll entertain, but first some beer!
Ah'm a bard.  Tis plain te see.
We'll 'ave some fun, but first feed me!

-chorus-
A flagon, a flask, a keg, a cask!
A little te drink is all ah ask!
A loaf, a slice, please pass the spice!
A little te eat, would sure be nice!

Gather round!  Ah'll tell a tale,
One that I learned out on the trail.
Gather close! Yes! Gather near.
This is a story ye'll love te 'ear!
Ah'm a bard.  Tis plain te see.
We'll 'ave our fun, just bear wit' me!

-chorus-

Gather round!  Now 'ere's the tale.
An ogre slipp'd upon a snail!
Gather close!  Yes!  Gather near.
That's all there is to say, I fear.
Ah'm a bard.  Tis plain te see.
But why do ya'll look angry wit' me?

Goodbye now!  Ye've sure been grand,
But ah've got te sail te another land!
Thank ye much fer 'elpin' me out,
But ah bett'r run, there is no doubt!
Ah'm a bard.  Tis plain te see.
I've had my fun, But it's time te flee!


(Written Novlar 10, 1438 by Lyle Underroot)

[Nehetsrev]

Ugly Little Monster
 
 An ugly little monster,
 Raised it's ugly head.
 It looked straight up at me,
 And this is what it said:
 
 "Hello mister adventurer,
 Please don't kill me today.
 I just came to this dungeon,
 'cause I needed a place to stay."
 
 "The villagers won't take me in,
 And the goblins won't share their cave.
 The undead won't share thier crypt,
 An' the Elves dismissed me with a wave."
 
 I pondered for a moment,
 And stayed my trusty blade.
 The monster looked up at me,
 My mercy it still bade.
 
 "Only the kindly wizard here
 Deigned to let me in,
 But his bed upstairs he won't share,
 So I'm stuck in this dungeon."
 
 "The villagers won't take me in,
 And the goblins won't share their cave.
 The undead won't share their crypt,
 An' the Elves dismissed me with a wave."
 
 I looked to the monster,
 With it's ugly head.
 With loud an' true conviction,
 This is what I said:
 
 "You needn't fear me, monster,
 I understand your plight.
 Just let me take that treasure there,
 And I'll get out of your sight."
 
 
 (Written Novlar 11, 1438 by Lyle Underroot)
 
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 OOC - Added MP3 of myself singing the song acapella.  The file is compressed to RAR format, so you'll need to unpack it before giving it a listen.  As before, I apologize if it sounds a bit rough on the ears.  

[Nehetsrev]

**Bump - Added an MP3 of myself singing "A Wild Wind Blew" acapella. It's compressed to RAR and attached to the post in this thread regarding that song.  I've also added one for the song "Ugly Little Monster" in it's post within this thread.

[Nehetsrev]

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 Tidal Pool Revival
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 The currents flow,
 And we all know
 The tides are rushing in.
 The sea-bird shriek,
 She plucks with beak
 The fish held by a fin.
 
 But which my friend are we?
 
 
 I name them fools
 In tidal pools
 When tides go ebbing out.
 Their days are done
 Dried up by sun
 No voice with which to shout.
 
 Have we no hope to be?
 
 
 Same ever more
 On broken shore
 They're born, and live, and die.
 The endless hosts,
 Give up their ghosts
 As Spirits now they fly...
 
 Can we change destiny?
 
 
 Wake up you beasts!
 Look ye due east!
 Dawns a new day!
 Find a new way!
 Leave that dead pool!
 Your life, you rule!
 It's not too late!
 Make your new fate!
 
 
 New ever more
 Left that old shore
 You're born, and you won't die!
 The endless hosts,
 Give up their ghosts
 But you choose not to cry!
 
 
(Written by Lyle Underroot - Novlar 17, 1493)

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(Written as somethin' te scare the youngin's wit' 'round Oclar an' 'arvest-time)
 
Mist On The Hills
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There's a mist on the hills,
  Makes for a dreary day.
There's a mist in the wood,
  In which the shadows play
Tricks on our eyes,
  And tricks in our head.
 
And it's comin' down.
  Down, down, down.
It's comin' down.
  Down, down, down.
 
There's a mist all around,
  It chokes the light from day
The mist blankets the ground
  I think we ought to pray
Clenchin' shut my eyes,
  I'm frozen in dread!
 
And it's comin' down.
  Down, down, down.
It's comin' down.
  Down, down, down.
 
There's a mist on the hills,
  Makes for a frightful day.
There's a mist in the wood,
  I swear the devils play!
Hearin' screams in my ears,
  Smellin' death in my nose
 
'Cause they're comin' down.
  Down, down, down.
They're comin' down.
  Down, down, down.
 
There's a mist all around!
  Don't care what skeptics say!
The mist blankets the ground!
  Death is hidden in grey!
Feel it crawlin' on my skin!
  I can taste it in my mouth!
 
The dead're comin' down!
  Down, down, down.
They're comin' down...
  Down, down, down.
 
There's a mist on the hills!
Ah ah aah ah ah ah aah!
There's a mist in the wood!
Oh oh ooh oh oh oh ooh!
Hear those footsteps outside?
  Hear the splintering door?
 
The dead're comin' down!
  Down, down, down.
They're comin' down...
  Down, down, down.
 
 
(Written by Lyle Underroot - Novlar 17, 1493)