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The Pun Tyrant
Hi there! So, to add flavor to my rps, I occasionally write down some poetry. I was wondering if it is actually good though. what do you think? I shall be posting some of it in this thread.
Today`s poem is a lullaby written in a fantasy setting. My character requested another to sing it as part of a training exercise.
Four Cradling Winds
Whispering from far away,
four cradling winds running astray.
Beautiful tales they brought for long,
homes as distant as the reach of this song.
From cold and snow came North
from where beast and man strive to go forth.
The wind of the child that in ice laid warm,
it shall blow away the storm.
From sand and gold came East,
from no food comes the greatest feast.
The wind of the child that of heroes dreams,
it shall blow away the nightmare streams.
From sea and salt came South,
from where there can be no drought.
The wind of the child that sought the world
It shall blow away the treacherous words.
From forest and cities came West
from where great man have their rest.
The wind of the child with eternal love,
shall blow away the bad luck dove.
The tales of each child,
the winds saw spread and pile,
and so will the one in the cradle that swings,
the child protected by the four cradling winds
Today`s poem is a lullaby written in a fantasy setting. My character requested another to sing it as part of a training exercise.
Four Cradling Winds
Whispering from far away,
four cradling winds running astray.
Beautiful tales they brought for long,
homes as distant as the reach of this song.
From cold and snow came North
from where beast and man strive to go forth.
The wind of the child that in ice laid warm,
it shall blow away the storm.
From sand and gold came East,
from no food comes the greatest feast.
The wind of the child that of heroes dreams,
it shall blow away the nightmare streams.
From sea and salt came South,
from where there can be no drought.
The wind of the child that sought the world
It shall blow away the treacherous words.
From forest and cities came West
from where great man have their rest.
The wind of the child with eternal love,
shall blow away the bad luck dove.
The tales of each child,
the winds saw spread and pile,
and so will the one in the cradle that swings,
the child protected by the four cradling winds