Group: Order of the Knights
Posts: 4,841
Joined: 07-Dec-2007 Zodiac: Alder
Realm: Perryville, Arkansas
There once was a Lady called Harlot on here, She is quite inventive and pretty t'is clear, And fae all her charm, many wish her near, So to all I say, for her we should cheer!
Now as she is reading this her face is red, For the words o the Bard she has read, And inside her head the visions instill, A feeling of comfort that is quite real.
As her thoughts drift away in peace, The prize her hand does release, Her charms are intoxicating, But with the prize I am vacating....
This Thead is acting up again as it seems Sir Druid has taken the prize once again, Lass....Och!! dinna fash, his head was turned dreamin' up more verses of Poetry (not bad BTW).....I have the glimmerin' prize once again & jumped over one of the wee fences...Ha Ha Ha
The Scots of course insist that the pipes produce music. But the point is after all not too important. For those who love them, the pipes can evoke more vividly than any other instrument, high emotion, they can inspire valor, and tell of tragic tales of battles long ago. They can call forth merriment or sentiment. It does not matter what the sound is called, those who are deaf to its merits would not understand anyway.
Group: Order of the Knights
Posts: 4,841
Joined: 07-Dec-2007 Zodiac: Alder
Realm: Perryville, Arkansas
My Bardic skills are the least of the practices, I am also an illusionist, and ye thought the empty Bottle o Glenfiddich was the prize, for I turned it over to Queen Medb of the Sidhe. As she is an ally of the Druid Class. Now none can find it until they journey through the Cauldron into the otherworldly realms.
Thank You Druid for the lovely poem I did like it very much, but I'm taking a break from packing(moving to a cheaper apparment) I've got the prize back and it's in one of my boxes I can't even remember which one. Have fun finding it, as you don't know where I'm moving to!
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Hopes are towers in the skies Dreams are wings taking flight
The Boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best Shadowy and vague. Who shall say where one ends and the other begins
Group: Order of the Knights
Posts: 4,841
Joined: 07-Dec-2007 Zodiac: Alder
Realm: Perryville, Arkansas
Dinnae ken where ye be moving...did ye nae see the nic name o the LandlairdDrew tis short fae Druid he si ain o us, and as fae the prize I got it already, shapeshifting helps a bit..
Moving still in the same town downsizing from a 3 br to a 2 br, they were rising the rent. It will be a good move because they have a pool we can use!!! So won't be back on til the 9th of May,so by then I'll have to run after everyone to find the prize. Oh by the way when you weren't watching I took it back I'm runnnnnnning.
POUF!Look what I have here!!!!! POUF!! I'm gone again and turned myself into smoke , I have the prize now and try and find smoke IF you can.....hahahahahaha.....tata
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"Few men are brave:many become so through training and discipline." Flavius Vegetius Renatus
"I think a hero is an ordinary individual who finds strenght to persevere and endure in spite of overwhelming obstacles." Christopher Reeve
Run all you like my Leelee because smoke turned dragon and look what I got here now....the prize.... up up and away I fly up to the sky... and I win!!!!
Group: Order of the Knights
Posts: 4,841
Joined: 07-Dec-2007 Zodiac: Alder
Realm: Perryville, Arkansas
Calling forth the thunder and lightning I bring up a storm. In the confusion I grab the prize and toss it to a passing Salmon. Who of course is magickal.
The salmon swims upstream, then turns back into its original identity - the faerie wombat - who shakes off all that water and finds a nice hidey hole in the woods to sleep in for a bit. After climbing in, she disguises the hidey hole to look like a tussock of grass.
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