Sunset
Apr24

Sunset

(Kelfour’s Landing, back in the day, circa 1995) {Backstory: She always introduced this song as a celebration of love, of lovers. There was never any doubt she wrote it for the mage. He bade her sing it oft… ~D.} Easily, he slides across the sky, Horizon to horizon, ’til only sunset’s colours left identify Light’s last enticing passion. He is Night — and Dark, he comes; Drawn to where she rests. Silken...

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Her Answer
Mar08

Her Answer

(Kelfour’s Landing, back in the day, circa 1993) {Backstory: The dark mage gave no deadline to the bardess, but bade her send word when she could, with her answer.  Once she was free, this was her reply. She delivered it in person. ~D.} From the moment first I met you, There was something in your eyes compelling My every glance, the guide I could not resist against; And I welcomed your eyes’ very warm bespelling. Oh, most...

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Words Of Love
Mar08

Words Of Love

(Kelfour’s Landing, back in the day, circa 1993) {Backstory: The bardess wrote this for the dark mage. It was also something much requested for weddings. ~D.}   Words Of Love The words of love make a circle complete, The sacred binding, spoken softly and true. One heart to another, life’s most precious gift, And these words are more than “I love you.” In the elements of love the circle is held fast, The man, the...

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Under The Dreaming Tree
Mar08

Under The Dreaming Tree

(Kelfour’s Landing, back in the day, circa 1992) {Backstory: The bardess met a man under the Dreaming Tree… need I explain anything else? ~D.}   Under The Dreaming Tree My journey brought me here alone, Dreams to weave, songs to hone. But elusive was every dream I tried, No songs there were for me to guide. Until one midnight he came to me, And we met under the Dreaming Tree. Who can say now just who charmed whom When we...

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About All the Pasts
Jan21

About All the Pasts

[A brief: this is a completely out of character document I update from time to time with my travels and adventures. It may make no sense to you, but it is dear to me. These are some of the times and characters I have cherished from 1987 to the present. I add it here as part of my ongoing effort to share my adventures. If you are reading and find yourself mentioned, know that I would welcome a note. ]   The Bardess & The...

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Ailim and Luke
Jan18

Ailim and Luke

(Kelfour’s Landing, back in the day, circa 1992) {Backstory: A small sketch for two of my companions while I was growing up in Kelfour’s Landing. Their devoted romance seemed like it should be immortalized at the time, and I wrote it for them. I cannot remember if they ever read it, since it was never a performance or meant to be. Lo, and behold, it remains one of the few things I managed to salvage after all the years....

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Winter’s Rose
Dec25

Winter’s Rose

(Town Square, somewhen in Kelfour’s Landing.) The back-story for this seasonal song goes something like this: A young man (I am omitting his name to shield him from permanent embarrassment) brought me a rose. Greywulf looked on, slightly amused. Out of desperation, trying to preserve the young man’s thoughtfulness and his dignity, I did the only thing I could think of. I thanked him for the lovely rose in the dead of...

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Don’t Cry For Me, Elanthia
Oct28

Don’t Cry For Me, Elanthia

(27 October 2014: by Benjamin Breen at TheAppendix.net) What follows is a reconstruction of a lost archive. As our collective memories of virtual communities age—as we move from digital pasts stretching back a few years to ones stretching back decades—they begin to acquire the patina of nostalgia that comes with generational time. The internet is old now. Our memories of it are becoming old too. And experiences online that seemed...

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Torched By Midnight
Sep22

Torched By Midnight

The Landing beckoned me from somewhere in the past. Feeling the weight of memory upon my soul, I could not help but step through the gates. Even though the music was a bright ballad, it was a struggle to feel it within my very soul. What was warm, was too warm, what was familiar, scratched and tore at memories long protected by their own walls. My feet made their own way upon streets that somehow knew me. Not just the cobblestones,...

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Of All Ghosts …
Sep18

Of All Ghosts …

They were not my eyes, but they were all I had to see through. I could not keep my emotions from her, and that was unfortunate for her…   The streets were dark. The crescent of a beautiful golden moon reflected in the damp street from the day’s rain. The town, not really a city proper, was full of old things that did not seem old. With my first step upon the cobblestones inside the city gates, I felt the weight of memory...

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