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jackdhy
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Just some bits of rhymes I wrote some days ago I wanted to share, hoping to rise some Ashlands vibes ^^
Enjoy!


A Lullaby from Ashlands
~ Grey Grains of Sands ~


Wandering dunes, of ashen grown
Spear in my hand, my soul drown
Ancestors guide me, for a shelter for rest
But all you'll give me are just grey grains of sands

As the Red wind blows, never bend to the Mount
As the Red wind blows, don't you ever be daunt

Behind my back, the marks of my track
In front of my sight, an oasis to land
But the water is gone, the ripe fruits away
And in my hands just grey grains of sands

As the Red wind blows, shall warmed by the Moon
As the Red wind blows, the Stars will come soon

And in the storm, the red diseasing wave
The ashes showed me, another soul and spear in awe
Azura took our homes, only to give us a friend
Because we are all just grey grains of sands
  • Archi_kun
    Archi_kun
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    Great! I like your ashlands rhymes.
  • BulletMagnetX
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    Kaoc! The last thing Vvardenfell needs is another warrior-poet.
    Molag's balls!
  • jackdhy
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    Thanks a lot to all the people have left a comment, in any way I appreciate them all!
    Now, just a bit more rhymes I tried to write, this time with a bit more context ^^
    This is just the first part of a three-pieces poetry I'm trying to write, settled during the Alessian revolution, when Pelinal Whitestrike, the Divine Crusade, during one of his famous wrath moment, tried to wipe out the Khajiiti, thinking they were elves. As the legend tells us reading The Song of Pelinal, Alkosh itself came down to protect the Khajiiti and 'shouting away' the Crusade, and leaving a time wound where it happened. In that very place, Khajiit built the Sunspire temple.
    So, I've tried to put in poetry that very moment, when Pelinal is chasing the Khajiit people and Alkosh came to protect them.
    Here the first part of three, the next ones incoming next days, as always these are just bits of rhymes with nothing serious and probably a lot of things wrong ^^ anyway, I hope you enjoy!

    ~ Prologue: Pursuit through Sands ~
    To my sons and daughters, this one will tell
    A time before time, when Time itself with us stand
    Against the furious star, who seek our end
    High there on the Spire, where the Sun dwell


    Clash of Claws and Stars
    ~ Part 1: Exodus ~


    No more fire, no more death
    The screams rise, with final breaths
    A furious run, on mountain's edge
    And a following chorus, "We are not Mer!"

    But the raging star, a knight of white
    Pursue the Khajiit, until the mountain's high
    The blood dripping sword, through chests of cubs
    "You're not worth living, you elvish mobs!"

    Times of fury, times of despair
    The cat people cornered, their fate so unfair
    While the Whitestrike reach them with his last run
    And that was the moment, the mighty shine of Sun

    Like thousand flames, a roaring thunder
    His wings spreaded, the knight's resolve asunder
    While staring at Alkosh's glory, on mount's top standing
    Protecting the Khajiit, his power to their shielding

    An enraged yell, the knight of stars emits
    The mountain trembles, for his mad rage
    While the Dragon Cat stares, not a flinch he tilts
    "Aside from my people, or you'll pay the wage."
    Edited by jackdhy on November 25, 2020 4:42PM
  • Suna_Ye_Sunnabe
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    jackdhy wrote: »
    Thanks a lot to all the people have left a comment, in any way I appreciate them all!
    Now, just a bit more rhymes I tried to write, this time with a bit more context ^^
    This is just the first part of a three-pieces poetry I'm trying to write, settled during the Alessian revolution, when Pelinal Whitestrike, the Divine Crusade, during one of his famous wrath moment, tried to wipe out the Khajiiti, thinking they were elves. As the legend tells us reading The Song of Pelinal, Alkosh itself came down to protect the Khajiiti and 'shouting away' the Crusade, and leaving a time wound where it happened. In that very place, Khajiit built the Sunspire temple.
    So, I've tried to put in poetry that very moment, when Pelinal is chasing the Khajiit people and Alkosh came to protect them.
    Here the first part of three, the next ones incoming next days, as always these are just bits of rhymes with nothing serious and probably a lot of things wrong ^^ anyway, I hope you enjoy!

    Clash of Claws and Stars
    ~ Part 1: Exodus ~


    No more fire, no more death
    The screams rise, with final breaths
    A furious run, on mountain's edge
    And a following chorus, "We are not Mer!"

    But the raging star, a knight of white
    Pursue the Khajiit, until the mountain's high
    The blood dripping sword, through chests of cubs
    "You're not worth living, you elvish mobs!"

    Times of fury, times of despair
    The cat people cornered, their fate so unfair
    While the Whitestrike reach them with his last run
    And that was the moment, the mighty shine of Sun

    Like thousand flames, a roaring thunder
    His wings spreaded, the knight's resolve asunder
    While staring at Alkosh's glory, on mount's top standing
    Protecting the Khajiit, his power to their shielding

    An enraged yell, the knight of stars emits
    The mountain trembles, for his mad rage
    While the Dragon Cat stares, not a flinch he tilts
    "Aside from my people, or you'll pay the wage."

    Well done!
    Angua Anyammis Ae Sunna
  • jackdhy
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    I thank again everyone has read and left a comment on these little pieces of mine ^^
    Now as promised, here the second part! Probably, already warming you, the third and last part will come next Wednesday!
    I hope you will enjoy the reading!
    Clash of Claws and Stars
    ~ Part 2: Speech ~


    He stands his ground, the knight of white
    His armor sparkling, under the First Cat shine
    Who looks down on him, a judging stare
    And Whitestrike stands back, like an afraid hare

    "You will go away, to your Queen of Slaves,
    Your fury sated, and never come back to Elsweyr."
    As Alkosh stops his talk, the Star-Made laughs loud
    The Dragon God astonished, the trembling cats crowd

    "Your fake scales, the waning shine,
    The roar downscaling, should I bow to such whine?
    Elven cries bring you here, but the fall is thin
    Beware my wrath, demon, you're no God of mine!"

    A slow growl comes from Alkosh throat
    Frustrated and tired, the salvation of Khajiit he wants
    "You heard my warning, my words speak truth
    Spare this people, their plead comes at you."

    The knight draws the sword, the dream rises up again
    His sparkling eyes, two deathbringer gems
    The grip on his holy sword, an uprising chant
    Of blood and carnage, "the Dreamer fled."
  • jackdhy
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    Here we are, as promised, the third part of this little poem ^^
    Also, little warning, I will update the first part with a little prologue, just few rhymes to introduce the poetry, and as well this part will contain a little epilogue!
    As always, this is nothing serious, just some bits of poetry ^^
    I hope you could enjoy the reading!
    Clash of Claws and Stars
    ~ Part 3: Knightfall ~


    The clouds rumble, a called storm coming
    While Khajiiti seek shelther, a place to hide
    And Alkosh stands up, his fiery throat roaring
    Because Whitestrike comes, his judgement aside

    The knight leaps high, divine light around him
    Empowering his blade, of flames engulfed
    And dives down, on Khajiiti crowd in between
    A shining trail behind, the armor power surged

    The grieving heart, the Alkosh's sorrow
    For such great warrior, the fall will follow
    Because the Divine knows, Time will narrow
    Around Pelinal's neck, and won't be any barrow

    The Divine just speaks, few words of Doom
    And disdain and banishment, cursing him to roam
    Across Elsweyr, like a swearing comet
    Upon him the decree of Time, his God despisement

    The mind cleared, from his rage awaken
    Shame on him, for his dark commitment
    To end a peaceful kind, no wrongs by them maken
    And the knight of white mourns, for the Dragon God real earnment.


    ~ Epilogue: Final Words ~
    This one's not angry, this one's not sad
    For such furious and pitiless broken man
    His end written, it drove him mad
    While now we cheer, among warm sands.
    Edited by jackdhy on November 25, 2020 6:24PM
  • jackdhy
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    Trying to keep up with my efforts to write some good pieces of poetry, even if not always totally lore-friendly (could be, there is a lot of personal interpretation) but always trying to keep them more lore-friendly as I can ^^
    This time I tried to write something about the Hulkynd, for the ones who don't know, a really curious chapter in the Altmer society, difficult to approach and explain correctly and a practice diffused mostly in the Summerset Isles.
    An Hulkynd is an Altmer born with deformity and physical malformations, and for this reason exiled from his family because not 'physically perfect' as the Altmer society require, and left abandoned in the woods or somewhere else.
    The only Hulkynd in the ESO game is Manacar and actually the only source we can find about, abandoned and then rescued by priests of Stendarr, growing up like a ranger of the woods. So I tried to write something more about this really delicate argument, hoping no one will feel offended ^^
    Enjoy the reading and as always, names and events are just my creation, so nothing serious here, just bits of poetry!

    ~ An Hulkynd tale ~

    In the Mer cradle, in the land of Summer
    Where the sea rules, in a city of shimmer
    That Lord of Avundàle's wife had a son, a true heir
    And joy and delightful spreads, the roads full of glimmer

    But no laughs or cheers in the house of Avundàle,
    No congrats or smiles, no rejoice to share
    Because the child's legs were crippled, and awry shape
    The ankles crooked, the bones twisted, bulging the golden hide

    In the child's first cry the Father's shame awaken
    To show such monster, his offspring's flaws exposed
    So his heart grew colder, by his son ashamed
    A choice was made, when the night the child was taken

    For the time first and last, on his father's lap
    The poor child was carried to a wood afar
    And in a basket put with a blanket hug
    No more words from the Lord of Avundàle, just an Hulkynd's fate

    The roads were silent, the city in gloom
    Shimmer vanished when the news were known
    For that Lord of Avundàle son already dead when born
    And no one will learn his true fate, the Hulkynd's Doom.
    Edited by jackdhy on December 2, 2020 6:54PM
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