3. -The Song Giver- Songs of a Wanderer

-The Song Giver- Songs of a Wanderer

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    Player name : Symphonic Rain
    IN game: -The Song Giver-
    _Name I have naught,
    For one with meaning is not given to thy.
    Title I do have,
    That be Song Giver I am.

    Hail I from,
    Lands far away where the sun rises.
    Further and beyond even,
    the legendary lands known as Kara-Tur be.
    A land in strife, of war it be.
    The Heavens are painted in darkness,
    where light cannot even be free.

    Rivers are in red, of blood the living spill.
    The Earth of my land, décor with deaths and graves it is.
    No longer the beautiful greens of fields,
    or the beautiful golden paddy of rice we see.

    Crimson red, is the color of my land it is.
    Oh how the Heavens weep!
    To see her brother the Earth in pain!

    From strife of wars known as “War of the Heroes”,
    hope is given birth.
    Seeds teaching of good that were sown in the days,
    before darkness it came,
    Reap it finally does.
    A seed I be one of them,

    Blossom I become, into flower of hope.
    Give I shall, the fruits of love.
    In hopes that seeds I give same as I,
    one day blossom into hope the world needs,
    when the Heavens weeps.

    With strife in homeland of mine over it be,
    from decades of wars it suffered from it had,
    Travel I began, as vagabond I be.
    Steps I carry, prints I leave.
    From the mystical lands of Kara-Tur wandered I did,
    to the Faerun I now sing my songs.

    Seek answers I do,
    to cultivate and refine the life of mine.
    Give I shall,
    to other lands where pain and sufferings strive,
    with songs I have and heart I offer.
    When even the warmth of fire cannot reach,
    the darkness and cold of one’s heart,
    Friendships I give,
    love I shall share, warm it will become.

    Now I sing in a beautiful land,
    Known as Narfell be.
    Beautiful it is on the surface,
    hearts of darkness it has within.
    Thus began my journey in Narfell,
    With duty to sow the seeds I should.
    Time is no enemy of mine, for ageless I am for time to come.
    A gift to the world it is, but a curse of mine.
    But existence of thine,
    Be the planter of hope to end of times._


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