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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required On the third level, the revelry had ceased, there was a great peace, here, in the communal gardens, a calm, joyousness descending, a few people already resting, on the grass, they lay, the Tigress, here to meet the Dark Man. such quiet solitude touched her, the gardens, good for the soul, all the songs of glory, they reached this place of respite, many started to leave the gardens, walking down to level two, most singing came from that vicinity, the joy went on. On the fourth level, almost silence, very few voices could be heard, the dwellers here, now at work, they worked within the golden palace, A few children were singing, they did sing the old tales with gusto, High pitched voices, almost lost upon the breeze that blew. A few children were on the street, dancing to the song being sung, their laughter, a balm to the heart, it was a joy to hear, Alahsar, alive with gaiety, joy and love, hearts were truly singing, would that every heart would ever sing. The golden palace, atop the mountain, awash with light, The softer songs of Alahsar, they come from deep within, within each room, rge sumptuous splendour of priceless jewels, All but a few are happy within, they all await the guest of honour. Outside, the storm reaches its zenith, the mother of darkness sings, soon, from the heart of the storm, the Dark Man and Turvehr come, Many watch the sky, alive with thunderous terror, soon he would come, The storm alive now, the thunder booms, the lightning flashes. Once more, the mists of time fall over Alahsar, once more I must have my horn charged, the mead shall soothe the dry throat, in bardic, melodic voice, the song shall sing again. Soon we shall return to golden Alahsar, the city of dream, the words of elder songs, they shall sing out in power and glory, kike running waters the words shall flow, painting their visions of wonder, the glory of Alahsar shall live again, your Bard giving life to antiquity's song. To Be Continued..........
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