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RE: Rhisi's Songs and Stories ((OOC feedback welcome)) |
01-30-2014, 10:18 PM
Becoming One
Once when Hydaelan was young The Lady of Flame walked her face And dreamed of love in the pale moonlight. And far away, and farther, A man of a forgotten land Gazed at the stars- And waited. The Lady, she sighed, and Prayed to the Lover bright. "Please, sweetest lady, let me find my love tonight." The Lover shone her brightest face On the Lady of Flame and the man so far away, And in her Light it was whispered, "Wait, oh wait, and love you shall know." And the years went by And the moons and suns too And the Spinner's loom kept spinning And Fate found her way through. The Lady of the Flame was lost And the man with the forgotten land Could not find his way. Until they met one another Under the light of the pale, pale moon. It took only a moment Their eyes met and could not look away And their hearts expanded And their minds were cleared And that is how two Became One. Two Sisters- A story of Menphina and Azeyma Long ago, when the stars in the skies were grains of sand and visible all the time, Azeyma and Menphina went a-walking.  Their father, Althyk, was out wandering, seeing to his newest creation- Hydaelyn. The sisters stood on the cool sands of the twilight and each took to pointing out their favorite stars.  Azeyma loved the brightest- those whose fire was so bright they dwarfed the stars around them, but Menphina loved the smaller stars, those not as bright but brilliant when compared to the dark. It did not take long before the sisters began to argue the merits of their stars-of-choice.  "-My- stars are so bright they light everything around them!" Azeyma cried, while Menphina objected, "Yes, but -my- stars are all the more important because of the darkness!" And back and forth they quarrelled, their voices growing louder as they proclaimed their love for their stars.  At last, they stood facing one another, nose to nose, their eyes blazing. "MY STARS are better because they are brighter!"  Azeyma yelled.  "Oh yeah?!  Well MY STARS are better because they more GENTLE!" Menphina yelled back. "ENOUGH!" cried a voice that made both sisters tremble in shame.  Before them stood their aunt, the great goddess Nymeia, Weaver and guardian of fate. The sisters quailed before the great goddess and her veil of white.  She stood tall before them in her anger.  "You are both gifted by your father to know the value of light!  Do not shame his gift by quarrelling over it's relative merits." She pointed at Azeyma.  "You, you are the elder and yet you do not have the wisdom to know that just because a light is softer does not mean it is lesser.  As punishment, you shall cross the world's face for 12 bells, and your light shall be so bright that the people of Hydaelyn will fear it." The great goddess then pointed at Menphina.  "Though you are the younger, you should have had the wisdom to see that just because a light is more brilliant, does not mean it is not also gentle. Your punishment shall be to cross the world at odds to your sister, and in your soft light the people of Hydaelyn will grow lost and confused." "Until you both have grown wisdom, doomed you are to meet but twice a day- and then the light shall be of the stars you both cherish." As the goddess of fate faded away, the sisters rose to their new positions- Azeyma, the sun, Menphina, the moon.  And as they rose they wept for they knew their aunt was harsh but fair. In time, the sisters learned- their dawn and twilight meetings found each a little wiser every day.  Azeyma became known as the Warden, for soon she was able to dim her light until it was not death to the people, but life and nourishment. And Menphina became known as the Lover, for she learned to glow a little brighter, and in her light the people came together, to dance and sing and love. And their father, wisest and eldest of gods, smiled. Greenwoods- a song of the Shroud The sweet winds blow In the trees for me And in their song I hear The call of home Of the trees I know Where never knew I fear The seas are green and red and gold Here in my forest home And in the night the stars alight And guide me with their glow Sing, sing, oh leaves of home Sing me your greenwoods song! And in the night, by the fire's light, I'll never be alone... The beasts of home they know my name the streams and rivers too And when I hunt, or sleep, or sing greenwoods i think of you Sing sing oh leaves of home Sing me your greenwoods song! And in the night By the stars bright light, I'll never be alone Nay I'll never be alone The Lady and the Knight In days of yore And ages past There was a beautiful Hyur lass. Her hair was gold Spun pure and fine And her lips were red As darkest wine. The maiden fair She loved a knight And she would sing In her delight. Her love was strong, And good and bold, He feared no man... And loved not gold. The father of the lady Despised the Knight For he held no power No political might. He forbid his daughter With her hair of gold To meet with the knight So good and bold. But their love was true And no passing cloud So no man could forbid What the gods had allowed. The knight and the lady Fled the kingdom in the night T heir love was their beacon An endless light. And if one day in the forest A bird alights there On the simple thatched roof Of a quiet lair. He would see a lady Her hair so gold and fair Embracing her knight And they are happy there. Song of Sastasha In the caverns of Sastasha A pirate crew invaded Women and men fell To swords and axes heavy-bladed. The Father called together Adventurers brave and bold Into the depths they leapt For honor, glory, and gold. The axe-maiden stood before them The Father stood between The swordsman and the pikeman Their blades shone with a killing sheen. Into the depths they wandered Into the lion's roar The pirates they encounted They fought and fell to the floor. A mighty Coeurl pawed the stone And roared his hunger, loudly, The axe, the sword, the pike, And the Father felled it proudly. The pirates were no challenge To friends and colleagues brave and bold They fought the mate and Captain And sent them to the 'hold. At last, the challenge came forward A beastman, a Sahagin tall and fell, The axe-maiden fought with valor And the Father healed her well- The swordsman slashed and parried And the pikeman stabbed it true The Sahagin wailed, and fought, and died. And the comrades followed through. When at last they returned and their story told They proved themselves comrades, so brave and bold. 
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RE: Rhisi's Songs and Stories ((OOC feedback welcome)) |
01-31-2014, 11:21 AM
(This post was last modified: 01-31-2014, 11:21 AM by NomadSoul.)
[Thank you very much, and for the in-game link! I'm interested in seeing more performances, and perhaps, having my own bard swap stories and compare notes IC. See you out there.
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Rudeness is the weak man's imitation of strength.
Eric Hoffer (1902 - 1983)
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RE: Rhisi's Songs and Stories ((OOC feedback welcome)) |
07-25-2014, 01:45 PM
((Reviving, as C'rhisi is back in Eorzea and singing away!))
Song of Home When I was a child I thought as a child I dreamed as a child I am a child no more. In the song of the wind, There is a name That sings to me of home. I chased my dream From the Indigo Deep To the Sea of Jade But the dream led ever onward And so I left And walked the world- I danced and sang so gaily. In the cry of the wind There is a name That makes me dream of home. Through Garlean cities With names of steel I sang, And danced a path of danger. Along the knife My feet trod light And my dream, it left me lonely. In the whisper of the wind I hear my name- And it will lead me home. At last I stood On foreign shores and gazed at the eye Of the storm And it swept me up- It turned me 'round Until my eyes saw truly. I hear you, o wind, I hear your name I sing a song of home From west to east How I have wandered Only to find My way back home.
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RE: Rhisi's Songs and Stories ((OOC feedback welcome)) |
10-13-2014, 05:10 PM
(This post was last modified: 10-13-2014, 05:11 PM by Fates Skein.)
The Order's Song
((Set to [youtube]igtNdgAzDxc[/youtube])) ((Singing begins at 0:29)) There was a time When I was all I had When the cold winds blew I drifted There was a day when I Was all alone and scared Then I saw the light That drew me I found a home Within this place- the hearts of my friends it is there I am not alone. ((1:04)) Hitoride wanai I am not alone Hitoride wanai I'm wanted. Hitoride wanai I am not alone Hitoride wanai I'm wanted. It is here that I Can see my future spread Before me like A ribbon One that will carry me Through darkness and despair And deliver me To glory ((1:51)) I can see you There all a-lone ((2:10)) Join with me And you will never be Alone and scared Abandoned or unwanted Here we will Shelter you from storms Great and small And you'll always be Welcome in the light You will always be Welcome ((2:41)) Hitoride wanai I am not alone Hitoride wanai I'm wanted. Hitoride wanai I am not alone Hitoride wanai I'm wanted. There was a time When I didn't know That my home was near. It is this that I offer Now is the time when you Can know the warmth of home When you'll look around And feel loved Now is the time when I Will offer you my hand And we will stand Together ((Piano break)) ((4:18)) Hitoride wanai I am not alone Hitoride wanai I'm wanted. Hitoride wanai I am not alone Hitoride wanai I'm wanted.
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10-13-2014, 05:13 PM
Bag of Secrets
One day when I was walking Amongst the forests green I came upon a wise man All the world he'd seen So I asked him for a secret That would set the stars alight And he looked me in the eye And said, "I will teach you true delight." From the bag at his feet He drew a long-stemmed pipe Lit it with a fingertip And winked one blue, blue eye. "My dear," He said to me, with tongue as good as golden "There is no secret I don't know But my head's too small to hold'em!" "So in my bag my secrets lie If you're brave enough to look, And if you want to catch a good one You must make yourself a hook!" With naught but my two hands And a thread and a smile I made myself a hook of song To catch that secret in style. The old man, he laughed at me My cleverness impressed him And the bag at his feet was opened wide And I couldn't help but dive right in! Secrets big and secrets small They swam all around me And out came my hook And away they went, slippery as can be. One little secret Was all I caught But it was the best one When secrets you seek A song and a smile Will bring you the the most fun!
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10-13-2014, 05:15 PM
The Hunter and The Moon
-Performed as a spoken-word story, this tale is about Menphina and a nameless hunter.  It is often told around Valentione's day or on full-moon nights. Once, when the world was young, There was a hunter. He stood tall and brave His arm was strong His aim was true And his heart was just. As he stalked his prey In the darkness of the forest In the stillness of the night He came upon the Moon. Her eyes were light Her skin was dark And in her smile was joy And as she bathed the curve of her body Was grace and beauty and love. The hunter was transfixed His heart stolen away. The goddess' eyes found him In the stillness of the night. And they saw him And they knew him And she was his. "Three tasks must you complete, Before I will forgive This grievous crime Of spying as I bathe." She spoke as one enraged but the light in her eyes Was the light of the stars And the moon at full And the hunter knew her love. The task first given was to find the Boar King To take from him a tusk. The hunter was a wise man With no dearth of courage So he went a-hunting With his spear and his bow And his heart brave and true. They fought And Struggled And night turned to day And day turned to night And man clashed with beast. Until at last they met With a crash so mighty It felled the trees And shook the very stones. In the hunter's hand Was a tusk, broken at the base All ivory and gold. Task the second was to find A blind seer With eyes the color of rust. For many malms and many nights The hunter sought this man Here And there Over valley Through dell. Until he found him In a shack by the sea Surrounded by beauty The hunter had never seen. All of carven ivory was the seer's home Secrets known And unknown Seen And unseen Were held in the blind man's eyes. The hunter stood And with his honest heart he offered all And the seer smiled For he saw all that the man Could not see. The great tusk was carved With a thought And a prayer And magic unknown. And the hunter moved on. The third task was to climb The Mountain That no other man had climbed. It reached so high The clouds looked up At the summit And wondered At the secrets there. It was the greatest task The hardest to fulfill And when the hunter's heart grew heavy He felt the touch of moonlight And saw again The light in her eyes The curve of her cheek The dark of her skin. For love he climbed For the sight of her And she watched Standing Aloof and shining With her mantle of stars. At last he knelt before her. And he said: "My lady My love Every task have I completed Every part of me Do I offer now. With this carving With my hands With my heart." And she smiled And it was as the moon Cleared the clouds And shone with glory Upon the man. "My lord My love With your hands and your heart You have caught me. And so I will join you And love you From now until the stars fall." The hunter stood- And she was gone And the carving in his hands Was gone Leaving him with nothing. He turned, searching, And her arms wrapped around him And in her hair was darkness And in her eyes was light And the curve of her smile Was the curve of the moon And her skin was ivory Touched with magic And the breath of life. The hunter and his bride Lived lives long and full And their joy was as the moon Riding high in the night. And the goddess blessed them And they lived And loved And laughed For the rest of their days.
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