(Various Poems and Songs I have written for use in New Worlds.)
Last modified May 19, 2005.
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Beachcombing Song Caravan Song Dalamar the Idiot Music is Everywhere Ode to Jasna |
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I'd rather be the Duke than be a duck out in the park. I'd rather have the lights on than be lost out in the dark. I'd rather be out with my friends than stuck in with a bore And I'd rather be out digging up the shells along the shore! An oyster shell's a pretty thing with pearly white insides, And the cockle shells look rather like they're little butterflies. If you hold a conch up to your ear you'll hear a nifty song And you're always free to grab a shovel and to come along. And if your shovel handle snaps, you still can have some fun So shuck that cloak and dragonskin and take a little sun. The sand you sift between your fingers makes them glow so fine While watching crabs and turtles as they play on the shoreline |
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The merchants set up a caravan, we'll leave at earliest dawn for the patrons drank our dear tavern dry, and all the food is long gone! Let's all sign on for the caravan, invite your friends to come, too! For the merchants pay rather well for their guards and the road has such a grand view! Come one, come all on the caravan 'Twill be adventuresome fun! We'll slay any bandits that come to attack, And eat like kings when we're done! We're moving out with the caravan Make sure the bundles are tied! I just really wish that I had a good horse or some sweet pony to ride. Here we come with the caravan We'll beat the bandits all down, For they'll never get past our blades or our shields And soon we'll make it to town Being On the road with the caravan Is such a wonderful job With companions sharing the work and the fun it's grand to go as a mob! We've come to town with the caravan And look, it's barely past noon! I can hardly wait for the next caravan, I hope they'll form one up soon. |
Based on events when Ficta was an immigrant
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Gahlen's jester, Dalamar fought with Darci in the bar Let's just say this rising star Won't be going very far Dalamar wished all to see He'd scream "Immigrant Rights for me!" When I dared him fight or flee He backed away quite rapidly This idiot then wished he'd killed - Attacked a serf within the guild his reputation for to build But all he got was firmly stilled He then went for Sivastion's head "The Judge is just corrupt!" he said He wished the Judge replaced, instead 'Twill be the self-styled Lord who's dead The fugitive was caught and found - And now, by order of the crown it's off to prison life he's bound to rot in jail in Surik town. |
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The laughter of children at play in the park Music can be the bright tune of the breeze as it dances through windchimes and rustles the trees A concert of crickets as day turns to dark It's birds joining into a chirp-cheerful tune The patter of raindrops that lull you to sleep a seashell that whispers its song from the deep or wolves in the forest that bay at the moon No matter how quiet the day may appear Music surrounds us wherever we are, at home in our beds or at travel afar no matter how distant, the treasure is near. A melody soaring as high as a star - Music is everywhere. Listen, you'll hear. |
Written for her guildmate, Jasna
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One day I left the beach, my backpack filled When Jasna told me, as I took a walk, "Come back to Gahlen, join my token talk" And so I went to meet her by the guild Her teasing jests led me to try my luck - Oh, woe the day I dared frivolity! I cast a web on her and then, you see, That mage, for jest, turned me into a duck! I stood there, feathered, 'midst my fallen gear And could but quack frustration at my fate. I dove inside my pack and quaked in fear - How would I ever live in such a state? So heed my warning, every one of you, And leave the mage alone lest you quack, too! |
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