Bards of the Wyrd
| Tali Essen of the Isles |
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List well all ye bards of the known world
Take caution and warning from me If you go to a bardic beware Of the Shenanigan-a-torous three Silliness is their preserve Mishearing what’s said in new rhymes And if given the freedom to scheme They oft get away with their crimes For we are the bards of the wyrd Come to our circles and see By the mighty we rightly are feared We’ll drive you to madness with glee Of Dahrien performers have cried For he filks their songs with a grin And it only increases his pride When they moan, “Oh, no, its Dahrien!” To silence he ne’er will return Though the circle still echos their cry For once given the privilege to sing Dahrien must sing loud or die For we are the bards of the wyrd Come to our circles and see By the mighty we rightly are feared We’ll drive you to madness with glee From Hilla all stand in fear Of her talent at bringing the rains Online, at events, or in war All know she will soon flood the plains And the sun shall never return While the storm still echoes her cry For once given her privilege to sing No one will ever be dry. For we are the bards of the wyrd Come to our circles and see By the mighty we rightly are feared We’ll drive you to madness with glee In humor the Talis are bold alike in intention and name Weaving confusion in song With a background of sloths in the frame To the good they ne’er will return For they don’t hang around with that ilk For once given the privilege to sing Talis fish-kipple, or filk For we are the bards of the wyrd Come to our circles and see By the mighty we rightly are feared We’ll drive you to madness with glee. Original "Sons of the Dragon" by Garraed Galbraith |
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