Lemartes Morts

I once knew a fairy named Lemartes He flew with the birds and he flew with the bees Adults never saw him, and his friend was a tease But there’s more to little Lemartes See he played with the minds of all the elves Tossed all the books off their bookshelves, Made them fight amongst themselves Cuz he had a thing for death itself After years and years of all his tricks, The elves figured out what gave him kicks He didn’t go for blood or sex. They drew little circles around their necks They believed he was death, they thought him disease The spirited destruction of all he sees He liked it fine, just as you please. And that is the story of Lemartes ~Rinwhin The...

Many Deaths Of Mike

I first met Mike when just a lad. He’d stabbed a witch cuz she was bad. That just served to make her mad. She cursed poor Mike to live When we returned to his hometown, We saw a sight that brought him down It seemed his family all had drowned! So Mike, he killed himself. (chorus) Mike he died in a horrible way. He’ll probably die again today. How he’ll go I cannot say. The many deaths of Mike One day Mike found a dungeon true, he lost his way in darkness too. He was eaten by a grue! But somehow he came back. (chorus) When Mike was in a dark stone maze a beholder caught him in its gaze. One eye two eye three eye rays, and Mike was dead again. (chorus) When Mike and crew on ship set sail, they thought they’d find a peaceful whale. Instead a kraken ends the tale of all except poor Mike (chorus) He once crushed on a girl named Sue. Her master’s cave she led him to. It belonged to a dragon blue, and it bit off his head. (chorus) Mike was there when the centaurs hit. He hid and no one saw one bit. When he slipped in blood and shit they trampled him to death. (chorus) When minotaur and man did brawl While Mike, the cursed, away did crawl The minotaur pierced him like an awl And then crushed him to death. (chorus) Now Mike’s been dying everyday. The witch is dead it’s fair to say but poor Mike’s curse won’t go away! But he serves a damn fine...

Creation

When first Rithuxurrmorn awoke Eyes burning coals, mouth belching smoke With claws as sharp as rose’s thorn He rent the sea and land was born. His massive wings, when they unfurled Threw gusts of wind across the world They scattered the peoples and creatures he made The chaos complete made anger fade. Arydia grew from his roar To order all from shore to shore And in her light did all grow wise A guide to all before her eyes. Her goal became to civilize And form between us all strong ties She gave to men the gift of thought And to the gnomes, great songs, she taught. Her love of life flows through every elf. To dwarves went tools from the goddess herself. She gave to orcs a stout, brave heart And halflings learned the warrior’s art. But flames of rage were quickly fanned By gnomes, orcs, elves, dwarves, halflings and man. As every race evolved and grew Rithuxurrmorn, they nearly slew. With help from her, the men grew bold And railed against Ruthuxurr’s hold Back and forth and to this day Neither god has had their way. –Rinwhin the...

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