'Songs, stories and poetry'
by Tahlal
Dedicated to my People.
'Songs, stories and poetry' by Tahlal
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MoonMadness
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Re: 'Songs, stories and poetry' by Tahlal
When the wind blows
When the wind blows
Across the water,
Ripples form and waves grow.
When the wind blows
Across the water,
I am drawn to a life I must follow.
I stood long and I gazed into the wind
Till the tears that rolled down
Fell to my feet, into the sea.
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When the wind called
Across the mountains,
Humans climb with the axe.
When the wind called
Across the mountains,
A dryad dies, a grove falls, our watch was lax.
How we wept as we thought of their pain
For the wound to the land
Hurts us all the same, lingering near.
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Now the wind blows
Through the forest,
Whispering life will grow.
Now the wind blows
Through the forest,
Dryads dance and they sway 'neath the willow.
We stand strong as we look into the light
Change has come and now we fight,
To restore where life once was.
When the wind blows
Across the water,
Ripples form and waves grow.
When the wind blows
Across the water,
I am drawn to a life I must follow.
I stood long and I gazed into the wind
Till the tears that rolled down
Fell to my feet, into the sea.
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When the wind called
Across the mountains,
Humans climb with the axe.
When the wind called
Across the mountains,
A dryad dies, a grove falls, our watch was lax.
How we wept as we thought of their pain
For the wound to the land
Hurts us all the same, lingering near.
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Now the wind blows
Through the forest,
Whispering life will grow.
Now the wind blows
Through the forest,
Dryads dance and they sway 'neath the willow.
We stand strong as we look into the light
Change has come and now we fight,
To restore where life once was.
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MoonMadness
- Posts: 12
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Re: 'Songs, stories and poetry' by Tahlal
Sight
Once there was a child who saw too much. At the edges of her vision were the flickering images of worlds far away. The girl saw creatures that crept, crawled and slithered, things too terrible to dream up. Only when she rested could she escape these visages from the Far Realms.
During her reverie on one moonlit night, the girl was blessed with sweet dreams of things to come. She saw the paths toward a bright future for the People and how she could influence them. The girl was saved by Sehanine Moonbow, blessed with a special gift, and became a vassal for the good of the People.
Terrible waking nightmares were turned into dreams of hope; the child who saw too much continued to see.
Once there was a child who saw too much. At the edges of her vision were the flickering images of worlds far away. The girl saw creatures that crept, crawled and slithered, things too terrible to dream up. Only when she rested could she escape these visages from the Far Realms.
During her reverie on one moonlit night, the girl was blessed with sweet dreams of things to come. She saw the paths toward a bright future for the People and how she could influence them. The girl was saved by Sehanine Moonbow, blessed with a special gift, and became a vassal for the good of the People.
Terrible waking nightmares were turned into dreams of hope; the child who saw too much continued to see.
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MoonMadness
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Choices
Take this seed and plant it deep,
It's a secret you must keep.
With meaning of truth in shades of grey,
Come uncertain lies to make us stray.
Heed not the words of the night,
Come here, I'll show you the light.
Take this seed and plant it deep,
It's a secret you must keep.
With meaning of truth in shades of grey,
Come uncertain lies to make us stray.
Heed not the words of the night,
Come here, I'll show you the light.
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MoonMadness
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Drops
Rain falls with a gentle pitter patter,
Little drops, little splatter.
It begins to grow, coming down harder,
Torrents of crystals so clear.
Bolts of light tear across the dark night sky,
Rumbling thunder follows after.
It builds with such a terrible fury,
But suddenly it stops.
The storm passes.
Rain falls with a gentle pitter patter,
Little drops, little splatter.
It begins to grow, coming down harder,
Torrents of crystals so clear.
Bolts of light tear across the dark night sky,
Rumbling thunder follows after.
It builds with such a terrible fury,
But suddenly it stops.
The storm passes.
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MoonMadness
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Lunar longing
From behind a cloud, Selûne beckons to me, and tonight she glows! Her curves are perfect, the shadows on her face mysterious. Could it be that she looks down to our world only to focus on me this night?
But what is that before her? The luminous cloud? Could it be that all of this time I stared not at Selûne, but at the wife of my lord? I cover my eyes. Only for a moment. The yearning to gaze upon her once more is too delightful, too much for me to bear.
With blasphemy in the depths of my soul, I long to gaze upward at her full body. I can feel her effect on my heart, tidal surges of blood tugging toward her attraction. Tonight, I forget our Creator, and know only the Lady of my Dreams.
From behind a cloud, Selûne beckons to me, and tonight she glows! Her curves are perfect, the shadows on her face mysterious. Could it be that she looks down to our world only to focus on me this night?
But what is that before her? The luminous cloud? Could it be that all of this time I stared not at Selûne, but at the wife of my lord? I cover my eyes. Only for a moment. The yearning to gaze upon her once more is too delightful, too much for me to bear.
With blasphemy in the depths of my soul, I long to gaze upward at her full body. I can feel her effect on my heart, tidal surges of blood tugging toward her attraction. Tonight, I forget our Creator, and know only the Lady of my Dreams.