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  • Personal Library of House Ghengis.

    Please do not post in this thread.

    This is where I plan to copy and post all the Literary posts we have had in this DemoGame, such as the Trappings and other little poems and the what not. Thus making it easier for people to hunt them all down.

    If you find something that I have not placed in this thread please PM me the appropriate link and info on which post/page it is on in the thread.

    Thanks.
    Last edited by GhengisFarbâ„¢; January 2, 2004, 22:13.

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    Plan on posting links in cumulative order to all of UnOrthO's Trappings series here.



    Originally posted by Ennet

    Song of the Glorious

    Blood will float as swords sweat
    Men will die and widows weep
    Friend and foe will fall alike
    When we rush out in the Glory of War

    Our regiments rein the field once more
    But after the slaughter it will be as before
    Foes to fight, and nothing to adore
    When we ride out in the Glory of War

    Smoke lay thick as houses burn
    Death and destruction will follow our turn
    No matter where, close or afar
    When we march out in the Glory of War

    Friends fear as challengers charge
    Men die by the archers’ award
    Humiliations’ habit will repeat
    When we sing out in the Glory of War

    Stones rain, causing death and pain
    Our end won’t be pleasant nor plain
    The last minute spent alone
    When we fall in the Glory of War





    Originally posted by Aidun

    The Fall of Pamplona

    Pamplona, an ancient city proud and great,
    A stronghold, believed never to fall,
    The Spanish capital and King’s seat,
    Has suddenly faded the hopes of all.

    In the church the defenders were praying,
    On a Sunday morning, for which the Arabs do not care.
    Neither do the Chinese, on a hilltop staying.
    And thus it wasn’t noticed how they gathered there.

    With drawn swords they came storming
    And broke with great losses through the massive gate
    It was a watchful merchant who gave the warning.

    But for the unfortunate citizens it came too late:
    Because though all defenders fought bravely that morning,
    Without a sacred host and blessing, they missed faith.

    Aidun
    Last edited by GhengisFarbâ„¢; January 2, 2004, 22:14.

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