• Prard'ras'kleoni

    What Am I?

    Dry and cracked, yet gently swayed

    by that which passes by, rarely stopping.

    My pigment altered

    with the turning of a blue orb.

    Once every sun’s rotation,

    I float to there from whence I came.

    Brief cold, darkness, ice. Then…

    recycled, I again am born,

    now soft and flexible.

    Rains I shelter you from.

    Through natural materials,

    I provide energy for one other.

    In the bright, I give darkness.

    I slowly die, annually, but

    my existence soon over? No.

    The cycle begins again!

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  • Prard'ras'kleoni


    The Taggerung, The Taggerung

    Sadly this song is sung,

    Death and Plunder,

    All and sunder,

    Above and under,

    Before the bell is rung!

    General View

    Oh for Rillflag,

    Oh for Deyna,

    Oh for those

    who’ve died!


    Deyna, oh my Deyna,

    For years at night I’ve cried!

    Deyna, Deyna,

    Might you have survived!


    Brother, dear Brother,

    You can’t be found

    Though we’ve tried.

    That decided morn’

    That fate came ‘round,

    Please come back homeward bound!

    Sawney Rath

    Follow my son

    And you shall see

    That with me

    The battle is won!

    The Taggerung,

    Yes! The Taggerung!

    With war the Juskarath

    Are done!

    With rising of the sun,

    The Juska song was sung,

    Towards the dawn we marched,

    ‘till upon the river bank perched,

    The lone otter, child in paw.

    An arrow and he was ours!

    Off we went, to escape se…

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