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− | '''Title: Ode to the Robed Ones''' | + | '''Title: Ode to Alisolita''' |
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− | '''Author: Eyeore''' | + | '''Author: Canto Canzione''' |
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− | Oh robed ones in your
| + | Alisolita, Shepardess |
− | robes of blue, Always
| + | Of all the crookbears, |
− | asked, just what to do?
| + | she's the best |
− |
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− | Never called in times
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− | of fun, Just when
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− | something ill's been done!
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− | You task away, to help
| + | No beast, nor bird, nor |
− | us all. Give of your time
| + | fish of sea |
− | to hear our calls!
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− | Yet what do you hear,
| + | Is not her friend, or |
− | when we come nigh,
| + | friend to be |
− | But "give me this" or
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− | "why, why, WHY!"
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− | Oh robed ones in your
| + | Love lady, friend of |
− | robes of brown, Helping in
| + | fowl |
− | quests, when newbs are
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− | found.
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− | Your in the middle,
| + | Of crow and (f)ox and |
− | unseen by most, Yet your
| + | horse and owl |
− | actions deserve a boast!
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− | You work your while,
| + | Come hither, when the |
− | behind the stage, Toiling
| + | wild things howl |
− | for the players, relentless
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− | sage!
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− | You spawn & you plot,
| + | For thou can tame |
− | and for that you're due!
| + | their every growl. |
− | For with your aid, you | + | |
− | make Quests true!
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− | Oh robed ones in your
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− | robes of green, To you
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− | the RPers, most want to
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− | be seen,
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− | "Bless my Inn","Make a
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− | Dragon", round and round,
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− | No peace for you,
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− | remains to be found,
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− | | + | |
− | Yet your actions are
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− | great,passed bard to man,
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− | You give our lives
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− | meaning for that we're a
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− | fan! Don't stop in your
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− | work, dont cease in your
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− | toils For without your aid
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− | our fun would be spoilt!
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− | To ALL of you robed
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− | ones, I extend my hand,
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− | You work for our
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− | pleasure, which we
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− | demand,
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− | | + | |
− | In rude turn we give
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− | you, nothing but strife,
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− | And so I give
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− | honor, throughout my
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− | Bard's Life.
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− | | + | |
− | In rude turn we give
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− | you, nothing but strife,
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− | And so I give
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− | honor, throughout my
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− | Bard's Life.
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− | | + | |
− | Now the gods have
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− | spoken, brought down
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− | hellfire Striken all the
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− | robes, and called down
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− | our ire...
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− | They've left nothing
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− | but legneds, of what once
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− | used to be And the
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− | respect which I offer,
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− | for Robed generosity
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− |
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− | So my humble thanks I
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− | offer,on this funeral pyre
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− |
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− | A token to remember,
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− | as we're sucked into this
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− | mire and a reminder to
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− | all, as we turn to the
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− | new day. The robes might
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− | be gone, but its not the
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− | only way
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− | | + | |
− | Together we can build,
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− | what has been torn
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− | asunder. Find again what's
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− | lost, and strike the world
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− | with thunder. For the
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− | strength of your robes,
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− | was not inside the thread
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− | | + | |
− | But in you hearts and
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− | minds, and the will by
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− | which your led
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− | | + | |
− | This age is now over,
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− | the robes all gone
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− | to rest But we still
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− | survive, and we hold yet
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− | what is best
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− | | + | |
− | So look now to
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− | tomorrow, and make of it
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− | as we may Wear robes
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− | on the inside, no matter
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− | what they say
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− | The ninjas
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− | appreciate the
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− | fine literature
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− | displayed here, and
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− | have chosen not to
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− | alter this book.
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− | | + | |
− | -Two Mysterious
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− | Hooded Figures.
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| [[Category:Poetry and Song]] | | [[Category:Poetry and Song]] |
Latest revision as of 03:14, 30 July 2025
Title: Ode to Alisolita
Author: Canto Canzione
Alisolita, Shepardess
Of all the crookbears,
she's the best
No beast, nor bird, nor
fish of sea
Is not her friend, or
friend to be
Love lady, friend of
fowl
Of crow and (f)ox and
horse and owl
Come hither, when the
wild things howl
For thou can tame
their every growl.