This is the second round of some of the songs that has been playing my bard IG
Black Hound
Lady Silver,
Of the beloved night,
That illuminates my grief,
With your potent light
Days fade away,
And I'm waiting,
For seeing her,
Grief would stay
And this sadness that never leaves,
Because the soul never forgets
Tell me that nobody came from the Fields,
When to the Fields they leave
That only left on me,
This darkness,
And I can only grief,
For those who did left
Morning Dawn
Don't pull me down
Black Hound!
The nights my domain along with her
Under the starless sky
Time stops in my vigil
And here,
Until the first sunbeam arrives
I'll be waiting and guarding
I'll be protecting the night for Her!
Broken souls,
For the wounds,
That the solitude,
Leave at your skin
When a kiss is poisoned,
With thousand goodbyes
My guilt,
Is seen her cry,
At the sky for the souls,
That will never come back
I gaze the sky,
And I can't avoid to wish,
To become a shooting star
I will write at the sands,
That "I'm sorry",
For those souls I could not save,
And perhaps that would comfort them.
Morning Dawn
Don't pull me down
Black Hound!
The nights my domain along with her
Under the starless sky,
Time stops in my vigil
And here,
Until the first sunbeam arrives,
I'll be waiting and guarding
I'll be protecting the night for Her!
The Crimson Serenade
There's a melody out at the sea
Between plunder and pillage
Parties and the like
As the rum, vintage
He was called Silas Blackwood
Yoo-hoo,
The Siren of the Seven Seas,
The Singing Bucaneer,
Of the Crimson Serenade
A hundred campaigns he won,
His hands filled with riches and gold,
Laughing and playing his violin cheerfully
Fighting like the lightning truly
He was called Silas Blackwood
Yoo-hoo
The Siren of the Seven Seas,
The Singing Bucaneer,
Of the Crimson Serenade
But in his adventures something happened,
The adventure is nice, but he was quite lonely,
In an island far into the sea,
He found the sweetest Evelyn.
He was called Silas Blackwood,
Yoo-hoo,
The Siren of the Seven Seas,
The Singing Bucaneer,
Of the Crimson Serenade
Her smile was radiant like the sun,
Her voice, enchanting and sweet,
Even if she missed a couple teeth
She did get the heart of the bravest man.
He was called Silas Blackwood,
Yoo-hoo,
The Siren of the Seven Seas,
The Singing Bucaneer,
Of the Crimson Serenade
And thus to the island they returned,
At the farm, his adventures turned to an end,
Evelyn and Silas together in peace,
No more plundering happened in the seven seas.
He was called Silas Blackwood,
Yoo-hoo
No more the Siren of the Seven Seas,
He retired from the plunder and pillage
There was no more Crimson Serenade.
Fiddlewick's Pork
In Lonelywood,
Where life is nice and quiet
There is a tale that happened,
In middle of the summer!
Fiddlewick, is the name of this hin,
An individual of shifty fingers,
Arrived the festival in time,
For the Pork Dinner at whim
The Pork was tasty and tender,
Fiddlewick could not stop his desires
In thievery wanted to rely
But a chuckle stopped him from afar
Brandobaris smiled the hin,
Non anger, just a sly smile
As such he raised a finger and told
To Fiddlewick the Nimble some words
"Fear not, I came with no punishment,
But instead an advice for your ears
Why stealing the Pork the village needs
When you can earn it with honest deeds?"
Fiddlewick froze in place,
And thought the words of the sage hin,
Instead of taking what is not earned,
A plan in his mind start to flourish
A friendly competition for the villagers
of wit, agility and cunning,
The prize, Fiddlewick suggested
The Pork Dinner that everyone is wishing
The day turned into evening,
Laughter and joy filled the air
Fiddlewick smiled as everyone enjoyed
The games he did organized for all.
At the end, the winner
The elderly Agnes stood
Victorious in cunning and wit
The prize coming to her lips!
Fiddlewick flourished,
The silver knife and the fork
For Elder Agnes who enjoyed
The delicious tender meat she won
Fiddlewick understood
As he saw the elder enjoying the food
That he was satisfied to full
Without touching the delicious pork
The evening turned to night,
The Festival went to an end
Fiddlewick returned home,
A laughter was echoing his ears.
He opened the door of his house,
He found on the table a surprise,
The tender meat of his dreams,
Was waiting, as a delicious prize.
SO plenty of time to still submit.
