Poematum Dryadalum
A compilation of poems, written by Guiles J. Hollande
Written in 2343 A.C.
“Of all the things I’ve truly seen, poems are the spirit of people’s dreams.”
I. ‘Tis a land known as Azura
Oh land of Azura, with your mystery! Exuberant as any can see! With your cold, cold waters and sky above ‘Tis truly a land of love! A place of love, but also of hate A complicated lifetime and also a gate! For many must learn the meaning of truth For they have the time, from elder to youth! With your cold, cold waters and sky above ‘Tis truly a land of love! A tipping balance, like a clown on a ball Life seems hardest, most of them all! But just know truly, for all that is seen Life can be awe, and it ain’t so mean! With your cold, cold skies, and water below ‘Tis truly a land I know! ‘Tis truly a land I know! For Azura’s lands I’ll go! II. The land of green
-Upon the shores of emerald, an elven land does lie From jungle deep to grassy sleep, their heritage did die -A land of green, and skies of blue, no race really could deny With grassy boughs and sassy toads, this land truly supplied -But from the south, on solus peak, a brand-new people came For all their woes, and troubled foes, the native people blame -The brand new went to yonder lands and took the boughs of green They harvested, tore up, and shredded until no more were seen -The people of this elven land, their anger did come now From electi, to silvic elf. Even the lowest drow. -They shan’t succeed at succor’d pleas, for the new people said: “This land of green is green no more, it shall be land of red.” -And blood they split upon the grass until some were no more And to this day, it is there they stay, upon the Emerald shore. III. Dunes cannot deny
-The land is sand, the sun has shone The vast desert lands, make you feel alone -But desert it is, and desert it may The desert shall be there, night and day -The sands of time, they are to see I wonder what wonders they hide are to be? -An ancient temple? A place of renown? The old hidey-hole of a Pyrian crown? -The Dunes cannot deny the claim of the people They can only still hide their magnificent steeples Hiding away all of the for-gotten sheeple! -The aridians harness their hopes and desires To fuel the fires of their sun-sparked pyres -For they wish to return to The glory they owned Ensuring that every foe they know is stoned! IV. Rock and stone, to the bone
-Contributed by Josir Neralinden -The rumbling of dwarven feet, It truly is another feat -For Dwarves don’t take, but they do earn, Whatever is their sacred yearn -Rock and stone, to the bone! The dwarven might is truly shown! -And for they work from day to night, Dwarven picks are out of sight. -Rock and stone, to the bone! The dwarven seeds are truly sown! -For they use all of their means, They have no need of kings or queens -The dwarves are truly another kind, For working hard they do not mind -Toiling and the drum of feet, Dwarves only ask for drink or sleep -They work real hard, they fight real hard, Their tales of heroics are sung by the bards! -Their strength and might is really true, Dwarven men shape rocks anew. -Rock and stone, to the bone! The dwarven might is never alone! -For they work until their hands burn, For things of truth they all do learn -Rock and stone, to the bone! The dwarven kin and their light are shown! -Though this hymn shall meet its end, Dwarves shall rally and defend. -Their foes and stones shall be what they rend, No sanctimonious way they pretend. -For Rock and stone down to the bones, Is what makes up the dwarven homes. From glorious halls, to sunken unknowns, The dwarves shall sit on dwarven thrones. -(The dwarves shall sit on dwarven thrones!) V. The Two Brothers
-Monic men, Is what they own. Their names of might, Is not what is shown. -On peaceful lands, With monic hands, The monic do take, And with demands. -From mountain weather’d, Stony skies. Steel on steel, Was idolized -Dwarven halls, Treasures of plenty, Monic hands tried to seize what was many -An exodus, From an ancient place, A land of green, They wish to taste. -They disagree, For one has grace, The other does wish To never embrace -A great many went, To land of green, While others stayed back, And stayed be’tween -A great wall formed, In many a mind only, Light and dark, To them it seems homely. -Brother and brother, Hand in hand, At one time divided, They now understand. VI. The Crossing
-With rife waves, and rippling sails The lantern creaks, the boards leak, But human will prevails in spite. For nasty pools, and stormy spools of rain can’t give respite. -Of 5 large ships, packed with will And bobbing like a toy in a tub. With all creeds they rub their shoulders, ‘Long with, and share the tales of their people -And long nights with many a flight And desire for a new home to share, For people with will and many a ‘quill Can make it all the way there. -A shine of light, from darkened skies, Did so truly appear and show An emerald shore, with green and more, And plenty for all to share. -But you were wrong, after so long For the land was truly of red And monic men, with evil rend Would make you (to their king) bend -With stained shoes, ripped clothes, And their history in flame The people who made the crossing do Remember the waves they tamed VII. On a knife’s edge
-Woe to the land of Ludwag, for it is in chains! Those who lay upon the grassy berth are privy to little gains! -For monic men do not care of the wares that Ludwag offers, They use it only to fill their extensive, and greedy coffers! -An elvish land ruled by man! How do I say I began? Well I say little for that is another time, but there is a plan -Of elven man with elven plan taking back an elven’s land, For monic hands are quick and tan, and do not stop for a span -Now Vestal Lattern, an elderly man, wishes a claim to Aridia’s band So he sent troops into their lands, and found he couldn’t have outran their sands -For Aridian lands are full of those who despise Monic hands, So armed to the teeth and with a sword (and sheath) they came, And they did plan -With axe and sword, shield of tower Aridians did fight! -With captivity, for Freya you see, The Aridians give mons their blights! -Of beating back to the borderlands, Where shall this war soon go? -They truly say, as one understands The tales are from the Farthest Lands -From Amniscia, to Dormia And all those in between. VIII. Afterward
-I wish to thank all of those who read these pages, Obtaining this book with some of their wages. -I made this book for those who do very much need, A little food for a brain to feed. -I’ve been all over, feeling alone Then I found Azura was my home -The different peoples, there are to see Helping people reflect, such as me -To all of those, I give this warn The Monics, barbarism, they are born (from) -And what with war on our doorstoop Maybe someday, some shall stage a coup -For Ludwag’s peoples, are forced away Under an Empire, that saves no days -For they harvest our strength and truth And then enslave us, from elder to youth -So these are my words, for all to hear Their hour of, reckoning, is near -So unite people, for you must say “The Monic Empire shall fall today!” ~ Guiles J. Hollande Carodeissan, Scholar, Explorer, Linguist, Master Seaman, proud Trephian Human
Written in 2343 A.C.
“Of all the things I’ve truly seen, poems are the spirit of people’s dreams.”
I. ‘Tis a land known as Azura
Oh land of Azura, with your mystery! Exuberant as any can see! With your cold, cold waters and sky above ‘Tis truly a land of love! A place of love, but also of hate A complicated lifetime and also a gate! For many must learn the meaning of truth For they have the time, from elder to youth! With your cold, cold waters and sky above ‘Tis truly a land of love! A tipping balance, like a clown on a ball Life seems hardest, most of them all! But just know truly, for all that is seen Life can be awe, and it ain’t so mean! With your cold, cold skies, and water below ‘Tis truly a land I know! ‘Tis truly a land I know! For Azura’s lands I’ll go! II. The land of green
-Upon the shores of emerald, an elven land does lie From jungle deep to grassy sleep, their heritage did die -A land of green, and skies of blue, no race really could deny With grassy boughs and sassy toads, this land truly supplied -But from the south, on solus peak, a brand-new people came For all their woes, and troubled foes, the native people blame -The brand new went to yonder lands and took the boughs of green They harvested, tore up, and shredded until no more were seen -The people of this elven land, their anger did come now From electi, to silvic elf. Even the lowest drow. -They shan’t succeed at succor’d pleas, for the new people said: “This land of green is green no more, it shall be land of red.” -And blood they split upon the grass until some were no more And to this day, it is there they stay, upon the Emerald shore. III. Dunes cannot deny
-The land is sand, the sun has shone The vast desert lands, make you feel alone -But desert it is, and desert it may The desert shall be there, night and day -The sands of time, they are to see I wonder what wonders they hide are to be? -An ancient temple? A place of renown? The old hidey-hole of a Pyrian crown? -The Dunes cannot deny the claim of the people They can only still hide their magnificent steeples Hiding away all of the for-gotten sheeple! -The aridians harness their hopes and desires To fuel the fires of their sun-sparked pyres -For they wish to return to The glory they owned Ensuring that every foe they know is stoned! IV. Rock and stone, to the bone
-Contributed by Josir Neralinden -The rumbling of dwarven feet, It truly is another feat -For Dwarves don’t take, but they do earn, Whatever is their sacred yearn -Rock and stone, to the bone! The dwarven might is truly shown! -And for they work from day to night, Dwarven picks are out of sight. -Rock and stone, to the bone! The dwarven seeds are truly sown! -For they use all of their means, They have no need of kings or queens -The dwarves are truly another kind, For working hard they do not mind -Toiling and the drum of feet, Dwarves only ask for drink or sleep -They work real hard, they fight real hard, Their tales of heroics are sung by the bards! -Their strength and might is really true, Dwarven men shape rocks anew. -Rock and stone, to the bone! The dwarven might is never alone! -For they work until their hands burn, For things of truth they all do learn -Rock and stone, to the bone! The dwarven kin and their light are shown! -Though this hymn shall meet its end, Dwarves shall rally and defend. -Their foes and stones shall be what they rend, No sanctimonious way they pretend. -For Rock and stone down to the bones, Is what makes up the dwarven homes. From glorious halls, to sunken unknowns, The dwarves shall sit on dwarven thrones. -(The dwarves shall sit on dwarven thrones!) V. The Two Brothers
-Monic men, Is what they own. Their names of might, Is not what is shown. -On peaceful lands, With monic hands, The monic do take, And with demands. -From mountain weather’d, Stony skies. Steel on steel, Was idolized -Dwarven halls, Treasures of plenty, Monic hands tried to seize what was many -An exodus, From an ancient place, A land of green, They wish to taste. -They disagree, For one has grace, The other does wish To never embrace -A great many went, To land of green, While others stayed back, And stayed be’tween -A great wall formed, In many a mind only, Light and dark, To them it seems homely. -Brother and brother, Hand in hand, At one time divided, They now understand. VI. The Crossing
-With rife waves, and rippling sails The lantern creaks, the boards leak, But human will prevails in spite. For nasty pools, and stormy spools of rain can’t give respite. -Of 5 large ships, packed with will And bobbing like a toy in a tub. With all creeds they rub their shoulders, ‘Long with, and share the tales of their people -And long nights with many a flight And desire for a new home to share, For people with will and many a ‘quill Can make it all the way there. -A shine of light, from darkened skies, Did so truly appear and show An emerald shore, with green and more, And plenty for all to share. -But you were wrong, after so long For the land was truly of red And monic men, with evil rend Would make you (to their king) bend -With stained shoes, ripped clothes, And their history in flame The people who made the crossing do Remember the waves they tamed VII. On a knife’s edge
-Woe to the land of Ludwag, for it is in chains! Those who lay upon the grassy berth are privy to little gains! -For monic men do not care of the wares that Ludwag offers, They use it only to fill their extensive, and greedy coffers! -An elvish land ruled by man! How do I say I began? Well I say little for that is another time, but there is a plan -Of elven man with elven plan taking back an elven’s land, For monic hands are quick and tan, and do not stop for a span -Now Vestal Lattern, an elderly man, wishes a claim to Aridia’s band So he sent troops into their lands, and found he couldn’t have outran their sands -For Aridian lands are full of those who despise Monic hands, So armed to the teeth and with a sword (and sheath) they came, And they did plan -With axe and sword, shield of tower Aridians did fight! -With captivity, for Freya you see, The Aridians give mons their blights! -Of beating back to the borderlands, Where shall this war soon go? -They truly say, as one understands The tales are from the Farthest Lands -From Amniscia, to Dormia And all those in between. VIII. Afterward
-I wish to thank all of those who read these pages, Obtaining this book with some of their wages. -I made this book for those who do very much need, A little food for a brain to feed. -I’ve been all over, feeling alone Then I found Azura was my home -The different peoples, there are to see Helping people reflect, such as me -To all of those, I give this warn The Monics, barbarism, they are born (from) -And what with war on our doorstoop Maybe someday, some shall stage a coup -For Ludwag’s peoples, are forced away Under an Empire, that saves no days -For they harvest our strength and truth And then enslave us, from elder to youth -So these are my words, for all to hear Their hour of, reckoning, is near -So unite people, for you must say “The Monic Empire shall fall today!” ~ Guiles J. Hollande Carodeissan, Scholar, Explorer, Linguist, Master Seaman, proud Trephian Human
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