Bardfest Finale 5116 (poetry)

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Title: Bardfest Finale 5116

Author: player of Tuilinneth Yridhremben

The snow is receding and the crocus has bloomed,
You’ve come of age, a little bird now fully plumed.
         Little Swallow, Little Swallow
         Little Swallow, Little Swallow
Step into the firelight, our dear one and our heart,
We elders will guide you, some wisdom to impart
           Little Swallow, Little Swallow
           Little Swallow, Little Swallow
Break of day starts your journey, through the lands you will go.
There may be some danger, but from its passing you will grow.
     
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All we wish for you are…
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To guide you in the night.



Never drink whiskey from a Krolvin with blue hair.
And beware of the Dhe’nar that can do naught but stare.
            Remember this, my Little Swallow
            Our words to guide, but will you follow?
Just listen to the Halflings, for they have the biggest hearts.
But stand clear of the Faendryl, masters of the darkest arts.
             Little Swallow, Little Swallow
             Wisdom we give, but will you follow?
Grease will be upon you, if a gnome you should befriend,
Be wary of the Nalfein, for that’s a tragic, deadly end.

But always remember…

All we wish for you are…
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To guide you in the night.



Of humans we are split, they are the great mystery.
But remember Alandalor, from your history.
             Dear Swallow, of this you must decide.
             Please use these words as your true guide.
The ways of the Erithi can bring tranquility.
Guidance from the Giantkin will teach virility.
             Dear Swallow, of this you must decide.
             Please use these words as your true guide.
Father Stone can guide you, through the tunnels of the Dwarves
Mother Earth with cradle you when you’ve got shaken nerves.

But child, remember…

All we wish for you are…
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To guide you in the night.


Your Father would ask you to not wear the Winged-Ones clothes.
Your mother would ask you to find peace in glades and meadows.
            These words, Little One, are our gift.
             Let them save you, if you are adrift.
Your Uncles reminds you to wear boots in the Vipershroud.
Your Aunts reminds you that you are Sylvan and should be proud.
             These words, Little One, are our gift.
             Let them save you, if you are adrift.
We elders wish you swiftness, safe journeys and good travels.
Remember all your teachings, you are strong and fragile.



But child, remember that…
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Are everywhere that you roam,
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Will eventually guide you home.