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[aid] => mick
[title] => The Journey Of Sir Thelawin
[time] => 2005-04-10 18:34:58
[hometext] => Please read and comment : )
[bodytext] => Sir Thelawin of Mornandel Visit the depths of fiery hell Up again and to the north Finding love, but still go forth Sir Thelawin with sword in hand Trek across this noble land Princess Milly of Antium Her love for thee, she will succumb Sir Thelawin to mountains high Almost reaching to the sky Faeries help on way back down Journey to their little town Sir Thelawin in armour gold Worship wells of magick told Nay do trust the orcish knights Stray from turning to their fights Sir Thelawin thy journey goes Only wizard, Sphar, who knows Leave the land of orcish farms Follow Cifaerus, coat of arms Sir Thelawin past the bog Lmkus questions ‘fore ‘cross the log Veridis the dragon Night Will guide to there, by travel flight Sir Thelawin with heart of gold Build a legend strong and bold Shining brightly sword of steel Put thy name on history’s wheel Sir Thelawin thy handsome face Making forest elves’ hearts race But thou hast thy Thrandon son Love him ere the day is done Sir Thelawin to hear thy tale Of lover’s lust, of beer and ale Of elvish love, of faery light Thru forest, faerie moss at night Sir Thelawin across the seas Orcish fighting, wizardries Faery magick, mountain trek On th’Mornandel navy deck Sir Thelawin so pure in heart Learn the magick of nature’s art Conquer castles Niamh king Countries burn the fires bring Sir Thelawin thy quest goes on Lovely fountains on beyond Footsteps long and footsteps true The land gives all its love to you Sir Thelawin to what you fear? So pale, wan, and ill, my dear Sickly darling, will she die? Puzzly question in mercy, why? Sir Thelawin thou’st not be near Listen to her tremble; fear Happy sounds of pixies, lo! They indeed possess the pullet so! Sir Thelawin is there any love? Hence it doth shine from above? Can you feel the spirits’ chains? Time, on time, in time, again Sir Thelawin, dost thou go by horse Dost thou trust the thunder’s remorse? Lightning flash and eagle shine Which make ye merry drink o’ wine Sir Thelawin, have you no mercy Wilt thou make thy poems versey? (!) Wilt thou sing of mountains high? With thee on top you touch the sky Sir Thelawin what have you there? Is it a lock of Fate’s cruel hair? Could you, would you, find the key? Of happiness; eternity… Sir Thelawin, oh, such a quest Hunger you, for Love’s sweet breast? For orcish fire, for elvish bow For docking city safely, ho! Sir Thelawin plan ye for a voyage soon Make demons cry, make lovers swoon The dark black nights of starry skies Give to them, your alibis Sir Thelawin, do make and mar? Can ye whistle for thy troops afar? ‘Cross the river far and wide Brush love and purity aside Sir Thelawin your journey ends The deaths of comrades, late amends Come back again to Mornandel Or forever burn in orcish hell! [comments] => 1 [counter] => 166 [topic] => 40 [informant] => Cupid [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => fantasy )
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