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She Beckons
06:18
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I’ve heard tales of a woman
Though she’s rarely been seen
Some have claimed that she lives in the woods
Watching wanderers through the trees
The wench of the wood, she’s inviting
But she’s not as she seems
Fools who fall into her sick embrace
Stay there for eternity
Hearken to me, weary traveler
For that temptress is a beast
In these woods there are perils
None more dangerous than she
In the night when she beckons
Weak-minded men are lured to bed
The most tempting thing about her
Is the price upon her head
Sunset is nigh, now I mount my mare
With my sharpened steel in tow
'Fore the night’s end I’ll be a wealthy man
And my steel will meet her throat
Hearken to me, weary traveler
For that temptress is a beast
In these woods there are perils
None more dangerous than she
Now she’s standing before me
Creature I intend to slay
I can’t bring myself to raise my sword
When she’s calling my name
Her heavenly whisper entrances me with bliss
Need to hold her in my arms
Never before have I felt such a love
I will never let us part
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The Drunkard and the Orc
12:40
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When we met, I wasn’t much of a man
At any hour with a drink in my hand
He came through town and he turned people’s heads
That lot of senseless oafs wanted him dead
I offered him a place to rest his head
Far from home, he had been disgraced
Ostracized and sent on his way
Across the lands, to the tundras up north
To retrieve a relic sacred to orcs
He hung his head looking solemn and shamed
Stripped of pride, banished from his clan
Seeking redemption in a faraway land
The path is treacherous, the journey is long
Told him I knew the way and I’d come along
Dusted off armor that had sat for an age
We saddled horses and we went on our way
I didn’t know what this journey would take
We passed through lands I’d only heard of in tales
Rest in a village, quench our thirst with their ales
The orc was quiet but his eyes gave away
A sense a wonder for these beautiful places
He’d never seen the world beyond orcish gates
Traverse the earth, through the mountains and plains
An orcish axe would surely clear our way
To the north, where the air grew thin
Our quest would bring us to our destination
Push onward through this frozen realm
Descend the tombs of ancient elves
Old sentinels still roam this crypt
To guard the heirlooms deep within
Steel clashes under torch’s glow
The orc received a fatal blow
He died for his ancestral blade
Return it to its rightful place
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3. |
Noonwraith
07:17
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Near a ruined village sitting at the point where rivers meet
The townsfolk stay indoors when the sun reaches its peak
The water’s run foul, tainted by the bodies of sons and daughters
She waits eternally for revenge on those who wronged her
Her cries
Ringing out from the well where she lies
The bride once shunned
Will teach them to fear the midday sun
They sent their strongest men, but their steel left her unscathed
The devil tore through them all, leaving corpses in her wake
A stranger came through town, who claimed that he could kill her
He stood before the hag and unsheathed a blade of silver
Her cries
Ringing out from the well where she lies
The bride once shunned
Will teach them to fear the midday sun
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4. |
Dreams of Mead
07:17
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I ride through the forest
Arrive at the village, I’ll rest for the night once more
And pass through those gates
Not a danger in sight, only pleasure awaits
My pack on my shoulders
I barter with merchants ‘til pockets are heavy and full
Then it’s off to the inn
For a few pints of mead with the strumpets that wait within
The barmaid shows me a grin
She brings me my mutton and fills up my tankard to the brim
The bard starts a song
And a table of halflings start singing along
The old man beside me
Tells tales from his youth when he carried a blade like mine
My pitcher runs dry
I order two more, by the gods, what a time
I long for these nights, when the sky’s raining mead
When my sword goes unbloodied, and stays in its sheathe
The warmth of a wench, so soft and so sweet
A brew strong and cold, and the comfort it brings
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Mold Farmer Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
Sword-wielding, spell-casting, brew-guzzling doom from Pittsburgh, PA.
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