I've never written anything like this in my life, and neither have I read much poetry or verse. I just had some fun doing this, and I hope it worked out well.
Feel free to use this in your own roleplay as bard or whatever.
"Chant of Bane"
A piece on the origin of Bane
Across the lands, it’s breadth and wideth
Did three great warriors, travel and ride.
Bane, Bhaal Myrkhul, were their name
Their three goals, one and the same.
Ultimate power, for them to wield
Or a shallow grave, beneath the field.
For magics and spells, did they look
And many artefacts, did they took
From beast and man and god alike
Their victims’ heads, upon a pike.
Many a foe, did they slay
Until they came, to the Fields of Grey.
There Jergal stayed, in his Keep of Bone
And on the throne, did he groan.
For ultimate power, now bored him so
Lust for life, left him long ago.
He turned to the three men threatening him;
“Have my power, if you win
A contest, to my design,
Bowl this lich skull, in a line!”
“ Throw the farthest, and you may choose
The first powers, of my transfuse”.
And so did Bane, to Jergal decree
“ I choose to rule, for Eternity.
The ultimate tyrant, I will become
Everyone to live, under my thumb
Inducing strife, at a whim,
All shall bow, for I am king!”
Myrkhul was second, and he decreed
“ Have that power, you may lead
Your servants in life, will they be
But in the end, you shall see
That before me, they shall bow
For I shall become, here and now
Lord of Death, in the end
I am the one, to who they amend!”
Bhaal was last and he laughed loud,
“You have won, you be proud
But I shall choose, and I shall possess
The power of murder, so that your success
Is for me to decide, where and when
And so we are bound, together, once again!”
"A pauper's son"
A 'pearl of wisdom' rather than just a song
I am a pauper's son - hungry, tired and cold.
I am unhappy with life – I labour, work and toil.
I am a worker's son - well-fed, drunk and warm.
I am happy with life – I take it as I go.
I am a slacker's son – idle, lazy and bored.
I am disgruntled with life - I have no worthwhile goal.
I am a pauper's son - hungry, tired and cold.
I am unhappy with life – I labour, work and toil.
"Older and taller"
A 'pearl of wisdom' rather than just a song
“High up in the mountains, there once stood a tree.
Older and taller, there was none.
One day, a soldier passed. He looked at the tree, and said to himself, “Such crooked branches, I can make no spears of those!”, and the soldier moved on.
One day, a carpenter passed. He looked at the tree, and said to himself, “Suck gnarled wood, I can make no planks of that!”, and the carpenter moved on.
One day, a baker passed. He looked at the tree, and said to himself, “Such rotten twigs, I can feed no furnace with them!”, and the baker moved on.
High up in the mountains, there still stands a tree.
Older and taller, there is none.”
The circus has begun
A silly little piece that didn't really came out well
People beware!
… for clowns and drama queens are out tonight.
They’re aware!
… of the need to call out each and every plight.
The queens, they blare!
… as they haunt the streets with theatrics.
The clowns, they swear!
… while they perform their logical acrobatics
Who will care!
… that we are bedevilled and confused.
We do despair!
… our public places are abused!
"Academy of the Arcane"
Unfinished piece, with advise/tenents for students at the university
An Academy of Arcane,
Respected be the name
Glorious is it’s fame
Let no student bring it shame.
Library of lasting Lore,
Harbouring the days of yore
Powerful knowledge does it store
Let it’s cases forge your ore.
Masters of Magic meet,
Hurrying on their busy feet
Providing that which you need
Their words you have to heed.
