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[[Category:Bardic Runners Up]][[Category:2005 Bardics]]
By: Tamriel
Posted on: March 29, 2005


"Songbirds"

Flock they do to hear her, this bardic bird of song<br>
And with applause to greet her, she cannot resist for long.<br>
Her notes are merry, her song is sweet, her voice is full of joy<br>
But cross not this feather songster or find she is no toy.<br>

Beware the tune this songbird sings, when shaken is her bough.<br>
No amusement will she grant you, no inspiring aria for thou.<br>
Her epic tales will still you, Her vibrato shake you to the core<br>
Fear her fugues you will soon find, while tremolo drops you to the floor.<br>

You once found advantage, her chorales lifting your soul to soar<br>
But canaries' trill now a raven's caw, for you help they never more.<br>
Her bagatelle sharpens pain, and percussia leaves you kneeling<br>
Her berceuse fatigues you where you stand, while off balance from her reeling.<br>

And as she sings, her fatal songs, her beak shall make you sick.<br>
Venomous jabbing, thrice worth stabbing, cutting to the quick<br>
Then into the trees, hauled with ease, then removed with a shove<br>
You'll fall to the ground, danger inbound, as she grants you death from above.<br>

Worse be all, incur the wraith, this bird's flock and class.<br>
Their song shall be the last you hear, the dreaded funeral mass.<br>
So keep this song in mind, and if cause offense, do mend.<br>
For despite her potent danger, this songbird is always first your friend.<br>


"The Ballad of Heartsfury."<br>

The stars were glittered gems, deep blue was the sky. / The moon was a silvered<br>
saucer, so full and stationed high. / The silent air was cool and crisp, the<br>
wind was at a rest. / There lied a secret garden, a wild untamed garden. /<br>
There waited the loving lad, a locket<br>
clutched to his chest.<br>

For his lover waited he, and hoped she be not late. / Away they planned to flee<br>
and run, long planned they this date. / A home in a far of land, a new life they<br>
would try. / For her suitor would not yield to love, their deep unabated love. /<br>
Silence lost to footstep, his bonny lover he did spy.<br>

They ran with haste together, uniting in loving embrace/ Their lips meeting in<br>
passion, joyful tears ran down her face. / Together the lovers were, as the lad<br>
had always said. / Unnoticed went the suitor, followed her did the suitor /<br>
Scowling at the lovers, his jealousy desired them dead.<br>

Yelling order upon his men, the suitor burst from hiding. / Captured the two<br>
they did, and with rope they set to binding. / Sneer faced with twitching lip,<br>
the suitor drew his blade. / And wordlessly he slashed her throat, viciously he<br>
slashed her throat. / Ending her life with no remorse, for a fatal wound he had<br>
made.<br>

Eyes locked upon her lover, the lass's life bled away. / With it went the poor<br>
lad's love, only hatred left to stay. / His blood was on fire, he vision<br>
clouded red. / Broke free he did of his bindings, tore free away his bindings.<br>
/ Charging full upon the suitor, only one thought within his head.<br>

The suitor's men stepped before him, with axes they would attack. / One sunk<br>
his edge into the lad, striking forth with a sadistic hack./ Unabated by the<br>
wounding or from his loss of blood. / Like a demon he dove upon them, with<br>
unbridled hate upon them. / Their axes striking upon him, as they fought<br>
amongst the mud.<br>

Wrenching free an axe from his body, were a man had lost his hold / The lad set<br>
upon the men, striking with fury unforetold. / No quarter would he give them, no<br>
mercy would they find / Only death would he grant them, only death would receive<br>
them. / For no strike they did could stop him, to damage he was blind.<br>

The men's courage began to fail them, their bravery all but spent. / The lad's<br>
axe preyed upon them, on their deaths he was bent. / To the ground the last man<br>
fell, his face twisted in silent scream. / The suitors froze with terror,<br>
completely paralyzed with terror. /Before him stood a nightmare, worse then any<br>
he could dream.<br>

No place was he not wounded, yet to this he did not yield./ Mortally was he<br>
wounded, still his fury he did wield. / With a scream of unchecked terror, and<br>
eyes filled with fear. / The suitor turned to running, took flight and began<br>
running. / No escape he found in retreating, the lover was to near.<br>

Crying in fearful desperation, the suitor turned and lunged. / His sword had<br>
struck soundly, in the lad's chest the sword had plunged. / Lover's knees<br>
collapsed beneath him, his dreadful charge was swayed. / Suitor's blade has<br>
finally stopped him, thank Divines his sword had stopped him. / The suitor<br>
looked upon him, and prepared to draw his blade.<br>

Before the suitor had time to think, before he could react. / The Lover grabbed<br>
the blade, the suitor could not retract. / The lover screamed into the sky, and<br>
rose this one time more. / And struck deeply did the lover, struck true had the<br>
lover. / The suitor's life yielded to the lover, as they both fell to the floor.<br>

The stars were glittered gems, deep blue was the sky. / The moon was a silvered<br>
saucer, so full and stationed high. / The silent air was cool and crisp, the<br>
wind was at a rest. / Lad crawled to his lover, his tragically fallen lover. /<br>
And there his life released him, his love clasped to his chest.<br>


Bardic Choreographer Tamriel Trefenwyd, The Dancing Dragon