Postby Cenny » Tue May 06, 2014 6:38 am
Cenny's Respite
((it is sung low-pitched, brooding, and slow, with the last two lines especially so, lingering on each word...))
Here's for our fears... / To sing our sorrows away...
Find peace from our battles.... / A fond home to stay...
Forget now dark ponderings... / Split marc for our dreams...
Find love 'way from anger... / Find light when dusk creeps...
Here's for our fears... / To sing our sorrows away...
Find rest for our weary... / Find clean where we've bled...
Forsake now dark furies... / Split marc for our kin...
Find tales from our memory... / Find songs to pretend...
Here's for our fears... / To sing our sorrows away...
Here's for our fears... / To sing our victory chants...
In that trial of ages...
To find hope from within...
Cenny's Jest
((it is sung carefree and lilting, the melody light-hearted and jovial, if somewhat slow))
Woke a marc before the dawn... / To see an old friend passing by...
Well if we've met it won't surprise... / I went along to meet and smile...
Isn't quite how things turned out... / Nay - wasn't what I said at all!
Aye my friend, sorry can't say! / Here's a wagged tail and yap of good day!
Got kicked out on Kilican! / Howled a new song to the wind!
Another friend passed me by... / Course barely knew it was I!
Stick in the river - sorry my friend... / Pup's not quite learned just how to swim!
Aye my friend, go fall in... / Here's a wagged tail and yap of good day!
Made a friend in Dundee Inn... / Chased old Furfuz 'round the bend...
You may say it's nothing true... / Here's a wagged tail and yapped greet for you to believe!
Cenny's Render
((The tune is soft, occasionally lilts up in pitch, slow...))
Upon a path so wondrous time ran or stood still... / Wandered one despondent from ichor and ill...
There waited a figure of days not yet seen... / So the wanderer called out to be heard his pleas...
'Show me the days from which all hope springs... / Surely a future when all will know peace...'
The other reached out and pointed him true... / Said, 'Ancient, your weariness pains me to see...'
'I'll show you the days from which my hope springs... / I'll show you the time that most heartens me...'
The man stood astonished, stood silent and still... / For he saw not the future but the world that he knew...
The other said, 'Ancient, do you see what I do? / Not kingdoms, not golden, not bright a land through...
In my years we honor the memory of your now... / Your courage, your promise, your peace 'tween the frays...
In darkness like fire surviving a storm... / In fire like shadows that wouldn't be felled...
These are the days from which our hope springs... / Told in ballads and songs worthy of queens...
((the lilting ends, softening the tune))
Dear ancient, this sorrow shan't always be...
Your sorrow is fleeting - and from this our hope springs...
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Cenny on Sun Oct 19, 2014 8:35 am, edited 6 times in total.