Welcome, weary travellers, to the Our Song wiki. For all of you that have ever wanted to make a difference through your poetry, this is for you. Although we are just starting out, I'm sure we will grow. Feel free to add comments on the works. Enjoy your rest, good lords and ladies of the art.

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Our Songs

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Fairy Jubilation
by Miz Lisa M. Pilgrim ([OvertheMoooon])

Deep into the forest,
Down past the trees,
Is the fairy jubilation.
No longer captives,
Free little nymphs,
Dance in celebration.

Deep into the forest,
Down past the trees,
Past the fairy jubilation.
Still remain captives,
Three little nymphs,
Long to be part of the celebration.

Adella, the youngest,
With ankles chained,
Cries out in fear,
“Save me!” she cries,
“Let me go free!”
Her captor hears her cry.
A snap of her neck,
A short pixie scream,
Adella lives on no longer.

Deep into the forest,
Down past the trees,
Past the fairy jubilation.
Still remain captives,
Two little nymphs,
Long to be part of the celebration.

Erek, the eldest,
Bound and gagged,
Struggles to be set free.
He kicks and he moans,
“Let me go free!”
His captor hears his cry.
A slash of his wrist,
A short bloody scream,
Erek lives on no longer.

Deep into the forest,
Down past the trees,
Past the fairy jubilation.
Still remains captive,
One little nymph,
Longs to be part of the celebration.

Ty, the forgotten,
With clippen wings,
Wishes to not be alone.
She weeps in her sorrow,
“Let me go free!”
No one hears her cry.
Fairy suicide,
A knife to her heart,
A short pixie wail,
Ty lives on no longer.

Deep in the forest,
Down past the trees,
Past the fairy jubilation.
None remain captive,
Three little nymphs,
All massacred,
Never to be part of the celebration.

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Gypsy Woman
by R. Scott Terry [valeshadow]

Gypsy woman, what is to become of me
Look into your crystal ball and tell me what you see
Do you see happiness or misery and despair
Look into your crystal ball and say what you see there
Am I to have a wife and children running 'round
Or am I to die an early death and have nothing but the ground
Please, Gypsy Woman, tell me what you know
Is it warmed by the sun or trapped in drifting snow
Why do you scream, what does it concern
But the Gyspy Woman died and now I'll never learn.

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The Race
by R. Scott Terry [valeshadow]

Down beneath the earth and clay
Lies a place where demons play
But even they have a hell
That's far more worse than where they dwell

Old grey bones begin your quest
Lay the Demon back to rest
Please Allknower beat the beast
Or on our souls he shall feast

Twin thinkers think as one
Before the Demon's work is done
Hurry stop the Demon's rise
In the race to mans' demise

Evil horror evil born
Comes now through what he has torn
Death rules in Demon's rise
In the race to mans' demise

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