The Caravan
Finishing his song, he again tuning his lute in preparation for his next ditty. He looked on at the exchange between the dwarves. Turning to the men, "I have been working on a few songs recently, I have one that may be to your liking. It is ruff, still needs polish, you all shall be the first to hear it." Uncharacteristically the young mans tune begins slower, with a slight cheer to the stings as the first verse begins, his face filled with reverence.
"It was the sounds of laughter,
Noisy carts pulled on cobble roads,
Children running brushing your cloak,
Feeling the sweet touch of a women's embrace,
Fresh baked bread wafting down the streets,
Lavender, cut cedar, soot, and metal,
It was people dancing, moving to a beat,
Watching die roll and drinks flowing faster.
All these senses let us know there was peace.
It was the sound of battle,
Ringing of metal screaming pain,
Sticky red liquid between fingers,
Leather on a hilt with a sword plunged deep,
Burnt cloth, hair, pitch,
Nauseated by fumes,
Watching family fall,
As Children torn from mothers, fathers bury sons.
All these senses let us know peace had ended.
It is the sounds of wagon wheels,
Singing praises to Pelor,
Clasping hands with strangers,
Blisters burning on heels as a reminder of their chance,
Fresh mountain air,
Unwashed bodies, clothes smelling of nightly campfire,
Its Watching faces change to smiles,
Looking up to knew Horizons.
All these scenes let us know peace can be found.
Remembering, not forgetting,
Those that passed, for as we live,
We can honor,
Their sense of peace."
OOC: An Original, not great, but gets the job done I think
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