Tarkus Creeds poems and songs.

(OOC A place to put the Poems and songs I've wrote, maybe RP later) 

A bar drinking song The Dwerren , two Sisters and a cripple Oh, my dear, what do you fear On this cold and draughty night  Oh, my dear, what do you fear The wolves that howl and bite But Oh, my dear Have no fear For the danger is near and it's Asking for beer its The Dwerren, Diesa we cheer   Oh, my dear, or so I hear  Her eyes can skin you alive  Oh my dear or so I hear  That shes just here to connive  But oh my dear  It's not what you hear and if your sincere She will always Appear on this Frontier It's Agatha so we'll cheer    Oh, my dear, a volunteer to scout ahead and survive Oh, my dear, a volunteer With her, nature will thrive But oh, my dear The volunteer  's Becoming a dear  and it's not rely clear  but it's Prudence so we'll cheer  Oh, my dear, what do we have here It's obvious, you can see  Oh, my dear, what do we have here I'm am truly Hanner Sidhe But oh my dear There no Jester here  for I'm a pioneer and If it wasn't clear  I'm Tarkus and so we'll cheer  Lute and tap dance solo to finish

Haiku's  Rob Boss L eft monastery, Young, Innocence incarnate Bath house is needed Mistress Prudence Two harts beat as one, A new form for a new town,  Overwhelmed by praise Agatha Darkness clouds her heart  A warm smile to break through, Wit; her cold shield  Teresa Eirwen Keeping to the road, A sound mind over madness  Bow always ready  Kobolds Creeping through the bush, Spear, ready to Kill all, One shot ends its life. The Alseid's Prudence warm beds, welcome home,  Drinks flow, everyone smiles, Gods bless alcohol  Tarkus creed One note, all alone, Takes comfort from those with you,   Together, a song.

Most recent  Sonnet  So Far part 1  This is a beautiful falsehood,  That he might dream of such radiant heights To witness a world untainted by his blood  and be rid of such pitiful birthrights But no, That frightful cage still holds us still low be the one who strikes at a frighted child for being who they are of there own free will  Called them a freak, hot brand in hand and Smiled White pain flashes, a memory forgotten A small boy, being told the truth, he is fell he lays awake on a bed of cotton  A boy full of life with a rotten shell no need for pity, there's more to come  corse after all this is only part one