Discord
Changelog
08-20-2011, 06:33 PM
*The winning poem for Ihsahn's competition of Bards, hung on the wall of Myulon's Inn*
Infinite in mystery is the gift of the Goddess. We seek it thus, and take to the sky. Ripples form on the water's surface. The wandering soul knows no rest. There is no hate, only joy. For you are beloved by the goddess. Hero of the dawn, Healer of worlds. Dreams of the morrow hath the shattered soul.
Pride is lost. Wings stripped away, the end is nigh. My friend, do you fly away now? To a world that abhors you and I? All that awaits you is a somber morrow. No matter where the winds may blow. My friend, your desire. Is the bringer of life, the gift of the goddess. Even if the morrow is barren of promises. Nothing shall forestall my return
My friend, the fates are cruel. There are no dreams, no honor remains. The arrow has left the bow of the goddess. My soul, corrupted by vengeance. Hath endured torment, to find the end of the journey. In my own salvation. And your eternal slumber.
Legend shall speak Of sacrifice at world's end. The wind sails over the water's surface. Quietly, but surely. Even if the morrow is barren of promises. Nothing shall forestall my return. To become the dew that quenches the land. To spare the sands, the seas, the skies.
I offer thee this silent sacrifice
`Written by Dustin Hart.
Infinite in mystery is the gift of the Goddess. We seek it thus, and take to the sky. Ripples form on the water's surface. The wandering soul knows no rest. There is no hate, only joy. For you are beloved by the goddess. Hero of the dawn, Healer of worlds. Dreams of the morrow hath the shattered soul.
Pride is lost. Wings stripped away, the end is nigh. My friend, do you fly away now? To a world that abhors you and I? All that awaits you is a somber morrow. No matter where the winds may blow. My friend, your desire. Is the bringer of life, the gift of the goddess. Even if the morrow is barren of promises. Nothing shall forestall my return
My friend, the fates are cruel. There are no dreams, no honor remains. The arrow has left the bow of the goddess. My soul, corrupted by vengeance. Hath endured torment, to find the end of the journey. In my own salvation. And your eternal slumber.
Legend shall speak Of sacrifice at world's end. The wind sails over the water's surface. Quietly, but surely. Even if the morrow is barren of promises. Nothing shall forestall my return. To become the dew that quenches the land. To spare the sands, the seas, the skies.
I offer thee this silent sacrifice
`Written by Dustin Hart.