Tell Me Travelling Bard, Is It True?I recall the first day you came from distant lands,Tell Me Travelling Bard, Is It True? by Mara--Skywalker
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You were a travelling bard, simple, yet bizarre,
Yet my heart knew that it had met all its demands
And I fell in love as I watched you from afar.
You enchanted me with your eyes and your words.
Everything you said glistened with pure magic
And I listened to them all: tales of war and swords,
Songs of freedom, stories both joyful and tragic.
And you also told me where your heart once belonged,
To an uncanny woman whom you thought divine;
But you claim to have forgotten her when she wronged
And quickly assured me that your heart was now mine.
But then tell me, travelling bard, is it true?
Where you come from, are all the dragons more feral?
Are your mountains diamond and seas a brighter blue?
And are your titans vile demons that imperil?
So are your lands different than my own or the same?
See? They are alike, just as you have also claimed.
Then why is it that, each time that you speak her name,
It seems a more magic world, vivid
Into the MadnessFollow the thought as it hops away,Into the Madness by UndiscoveredMuse
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into the deep dark hole.
Let curiosity lend a spring to your step,
to chase after the unknown.
Endlessly, endlessly let yourself fall,
into the vivid black.
Either choose to change or stay mundane,
for there is no turning back.
Run, run, into the fields,
where ideas bud in the plain.
They sprout, and grow and wither.
Better pluck a few good ones to save.
Wander until you know where to go,
for Anywhere will never do.
Morph into the form that you wish to be.
Do not hide in your cocoon.
Be deaf towards scarring words of scorn.
Allow no one to take your head.
The day the dreams you have become not your own,
shall be the day your Self is dead.
Remember that thought you followed,
away from the world of bitter hate,
and stumbled towards the world where people learn to love
themselves before it was too late.
Fall into the madness.
Question not where it leads.
Follow no path set before you,
or you'll never be set free.
Forge your way of Madness.
Do not be afr
The ForgottenI had a name once.The Forgotten by Mara--Skywalker
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But you've never met me before. You see me now - a simple man.
Rest and I'll tell you, stranger, how my story began.
But no, forgive me, stranger. I'll only tell you the end.
It won't matter how it led off, but rather how it did expend.
I fought for them and for their lives. You ask me - who?
It matters not. I've already forgotten, if ever I knew.
They revered me as their Champion, and so took away my death,
they had sworn to honor me to their very last breath!
But do you know what happened, stranger? Time.
Its chasm tore away all that I called mine!
Its silent fiends gnawed at flesh and belief
and stole their lives, as a lingering thief!
They died, stranger! Time's winds swept over their bones,
I witnessed Time's catastrophes tear down their homes.
And there is nothing left of them. And you ask - what about me?
No, not even me. Not my name or my power, not even a memory.
Yet here I am, telling you my story. But no, I am not alive,
yet they made me immortal. And I ca
The Tomb The Woman MadeAs the outer walls crumble and shatter to dust,The Tomb The Woman Made by HeadmistressMercedes
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and debris coats the floor, hardening to a crust,
They enter, their purpose profound and robust:
Find she who lurks in the dark, they must.
Their footsteps calling bloody red,
They've come to take The Woman's head.
The fray outside is a ceaseless war.
The batt'ring ram splintering the front door.
They call out the she-devil, monster, and whore,
Before they even know who they're searching for.
As the night drags on and the fires burn red,
The rabble screams for The Woman's head.
The battlements breached, they creep inside,
Shadows an ideal place to hide.
To find out where this demon resides,
They enter the halls, where they think she abides.
As torches cast shadows of flickering red,
They dream of taking The Woman's head.
'Midst the fallen stone, they scurry around,
To the hell-beast's death, they are all bound.
And in an inner passage, where there is no sound,
At the end of the hallway, the devil is found.
With their veins flowing thick w