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{{Book
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<noinclude>{{Breadcrumb|[[Enderal:Literature|Literature]]}}{{Lore Book
|name=Book of Poetry
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|editorname=_00E_BookPoems
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|formid=0002B74A
 
|formid=0002B74A
|type=Lore
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|cost=23
|value=23
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|weight=1.00
 
|weight=1.00
 
|locations=
 
|locations=
* Ark, Freda's House  
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* [[Enderal:Ark, Freda's House|Ark, Freda's House]]
* Mill at the Throatstone Quarry  
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* [[Enderal:Mill at the Throatstone Quarry|Mill at the Throatstone Quarry]]
 
* Vyn - Enderal (-26, 28) @ Z: 34345.058594  
 
* Vyn - Enderal (-26, 28) @ Z: 34345.058594  
 
* Vyn - Enderal (-32, 1) @ Z: 1612.327026
 
* Vyn - Enderal (-32, 1) @ Z: 1612.327026
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}}</noinclude>
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<div style = "font-size: 2.5em; font-weight: 300; font-style: normal; ">Desert</div>
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Empty desert,<br>
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Plants dried out<br>
 +
Life escaped<br>
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From this place<br>
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Dead stones, dead bones.<br>
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Lonesome soul, all alone,<br>
 +
Wandering around.<br>
 +
The burden is high<br>
 +
Cracking the spine<br>
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Can&rsquo;t survive<br>
 +
Creeps forth, has died.<br>
  
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<div style = "font-size: 2.5em; font-weight: 300; font-style: normal; margin-top: 1.5em; ">Blackned Life</div>
'''Desert'''
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A light flashes brightly, disclosing<br>
<pre>
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The world, spinning, evermore<br>
Empty desert,
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Faster, faster, all is whirling<br>
Plants dried out
+
Around myself<br>
Life escaped
+
I become dizzy at this sight,<br>
From this place
+
Take out the Light!<br>
Dead stones, dead bones.
+
Yet world keeps spinning furthermore.<br>
Lonesome soul, all alone,
+
Wandering around.
+
The burden is high
+
Cracking the spine
+
Can't survive
+
Creeps forth, has died.</pre>
+
  
'''Blackned Life'''
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<div style = "font-size: 2.5em; font-weight: 300; font-style: normal; margin-top: 1.5em; ">On the Lost Ones</div>
 +
When grief and hate<br>
 +
Gnaw on the soul,<br>
 +
When poverty and war<br>
 +
take their last toll,<br>
 +
They become monsters,<br>
 +
Shadows of themselves,<br>
 +
Fearless without remorse<br>
 +
Against each other, or joined together<br>
 +
They fight, but each on his own in the end.<br>
 +
And when they then die,<br>
 +
They won&rsquo;t rest.<br>
 +
The hate keeps haunting them<br>
 +
And pushes them further,<br>
 +
After death,<br>
 +
Until they fade away again.<br>
  
<pre>A light flashes brightly, disclosing
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<div style = "font-size: 2.5em; font-weight: 300; font-style: normal; margin-top: 1.5em; ">Distant Worlds</div>
The world, spinning, evermore
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When the waves embrace the coast,<br>
Faster, faster, all is whirling
+
Splinter at the rocky shore<br>
Around myself
+
with a roar,<br>
I become dizzy at this sight,
+
My memories keep coming back,<br>
Take out the Light!
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Dreaming of distant worlds.<br>
Yet world keeps spinning furthermore.</pre>
+
No shore is like the other,<br>
 +
But the ocean is always the same.<br>
  
'''On the Lost Ones'''
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<div style = "font-size: 2.5em; font-weight: 300; font-style: normal; margin-top: 1.5em; ">Dream of a Soul</div>
 
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When I die some day,<br>
<pre>When grief and hate
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What will remain of me?<br>
Gnaw on the soul,
+
My bones will waste away.<br>
When poverty and war
+
But my soul, will it fade as well?<br>
take their last toll,
+
Will it stay, bound further<br>
They become monsters,
+
To this world, to this land,<br>
Shadows of themselves,
+
In a new life?<br>
Fearless without remorse
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Or roam free from a bodily confinement,<br>
Against each other, or joined together
+
Free from the chains of time<br>
They fight, but each on his own in the end.
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On the Eternal Paths?<br>
And when they then die,
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It will then know all there is, sees everything,<br>
They won't rest.
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Finds answers to each question ever asked.<br>
The hate keeps haunting them
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&ldquo;Where do we come from, where do we go?&rdquo;<br>
And pushes them further,
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The mysteries of past days.<br>
After death,
+
To then finally rest with all left,<br>
Until they fade away again.</pre>
+
At the end of time.<br>
 
+
</div>
'''Distant Worlds'''
+
 
+
<pre>When the waves embrace the coast,
+
Splinter at the rocky shore
+
with a roar,
+
My memories keep coming back,
+
Dreaming of distant worlds.
+
No shore is like the other,
+
But the ocean is always the same.</pre>
+
 
+
'''Dream of a Soul'''
+
 
+
<pre>When I die some day,
+
What will remain of me?
+
My bones will waste away.
+
But my soul, will it fade as well?
+
Will it stay, bound further
+
To this world, to this land,
+
In a new life?
+
Or roam free from a bodily confinement,
+
Free from the chains of time
+
On the Eternal Paths?
+
It will then know all there is, sees everything,
+
Finds answers to each question ever asked.
+
"Where do we come from, where do we go?"
+
The mysteries of past days.
+
To then finally rest with all left,
+
At the end of time.</pre>
+
 
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[[Category:Enderal-Books]]
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[[Category:Enderal-Books-Lore]]
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Latest revision as of 18:17, 27 August 2017

< Enderal < Literature
FormID
Cost
Weight
0002B74A
23
1.00
Locations
Desert

Empty desert,
Plants dried out
Life escaped
From this place
Dead stones, dead bones.
Lonesome soul, all alone,
Wandering around.
The burden is high
Cracking the spine
Can’t survive
Creeps forth, has died.

Blackned Life

A light flashes brightly, disclosing
The world, spinning, evermore
Faster, faster, all is whirling
Around myself
I become dizzy at this sight,
Take out the Light!
Yet world keeps spinning furthermore.

On the Lost Ones

When grief and hate
Gnaw on the soul,
When poverty and war
take their last toll,
They become monsters,
Shadows of themselves,
Fearless without remorse
Against each other, or joined together
They fight, but each on his own in the end.
And when they then die,
They won’t rest.
The hate keeps haunting them
And pushes them further,
After death,
Until they fade away again.

Distant Worlds

When the waves embrace the coast,
Splinter at the rocky shore
with a roar,
My memories keep coming back,
Dreaming of distant worlds.
No shore is like the other,
But the ocean is always the same.

Dream of a Soul

When I die some day,
What will remain of me?
My bones will waste away.
But my soul, will it fade as well?
Will it stay, bound further
To this world, to this land,
In a new life?
Or roam free from a bodily confinement,
Free from the chains of time
On the Eternal Paths?
It will then know all there is, sees everything,
Finds answers to each question ever asked.
“Where do we come from, where do we go?”
The mysteries of past days.
To then finally rest with all left,
At the end of time.