Posted at Night
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Posted around the town most especially the dock region, in dark corners and on disused walls.
To dusk off quill? It’s time I think.
to ready parchment, buy some ink.
What’s that you cry? You thought me gone?
Well yes, but here’s another song.
When rumour comes of election times
A social poet dusts off rhymes
And readies himself to sound his thoughts
To seek again the times he sought.
A golden era for this city?
Not yet I think and mores the pity.
But here we have a chance again
To vote for women and for men
Who might make this the place they should
Might, from their thrones, once do some good.
And so I tell you people fair,
Listen well, do not despair.
Once all is underway you know
I’ll spread the word, some light I’ll throw
On all I hear and see and think
Of good and of corruptions stink
I’ll never balk to say my mind
And one day mayhap a jail cell find
For those I speak of oft don’t care
To here the truth I will not spare.
For now I let you know I’m here
Listening with critical ear
My words will come, in all due time
For, ever, I was made to rhyme.The Shadow Poet
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((Posted in the usual places now the city seems to have calmed following the elections))
**Darkness
Darkness
Surrounding everything
Blurring faces
Leaving only shapes
Swathed in cloaks
Moving through the city
Show no mercy, no pity
I walk with them
And amongst them
Just another dark figure
I watch and listen
See blood glisten
Nothing new under the sun
Nothing new under the moon
I shall sleep soon
Sweet release from truths
A chance for change wasted
The future barely tasted
Then cast aside
In favour of the power
In favour of the money
A fair election
Or simply resurrection
Of the corruption
That we tried to stand against
Life is not fair
It never was and never more shall be
But we hoped and tried
We set ourselves against the tide
The loss I suffer is in seeing
The people I love
The city I adore
Ground under foot once more
The paladins may do their best
Outnumbered by the rest
To make the Jewel shine pure
But in truth, against the money
There is no cure
And so I watch the shapes
The hidden faces
Whilst within me
Darkness.The Shadow Poet**
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It’s time! It’s Time!
Today’s the day!
With greed and corruption
To do away!
It’s time to Vote! To Vote! To Vote!
Then Drink enough to float a Boat!
Eowiel! Eowiel!
This Poet knows the Vote will Tell!
Will Tell that people here now know
That your way is the way to go!
You know the people! You’ve seen them sweat
You’ve seen them bleed and better yet
You’ve seen how much they want to make
This City the Pride of the whole damned Lake
Eowiel! Eowiel!
My votes will soon be cast as well!
Vote 1 Vote 1 for Eowiel
This is the time, the time to tell
Corruption and greed to get the hell
Out of our Senate
Out of our City
Out of our lives
It’s time to vote, to vote for Change!
To Vote for a future!
Is it so strange
So vote! So Vote!
Eowiel!
It’s time to make
Your voices tell!The Shadow Poet
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Posted in places not guarded by thugs
**War has come to Narfell’s lands
So sing out loud and strike up bands
To win this we’ll need many hands
On our effort Peltarch standsEastlander’s try to kill our folk
We will not bow to bandit yoke
We not let them our trade choke
So fires of war we swiftly stokeToo long have people feared to tread
The pass for fear they’d end up dead
So now we make it run with red
The blood of Eastland foes insteadStrike up the drums, strap on your sword
We fight not for a dragon’s hoard
We fight so peace may be restored
And so our children’s future can be assuredFor those that fall we will give voice
We will not despair, we will rejoice
For each knows they made the right choice
To march when Peltarch’s flag was hoist.And Hero’s tales have come to me
So many but I’ll speak of three
Zyphlin fighting bandit champs fiercely
Mariston’s charge on a dragon he did seeAnd then, of course, of Eowiel
To rescue supplies she went through hell
Slaying pirates, and bandits as well
And in the battle’s how her magic did tellThey will not speak their own parts loud
They are your servants, are not proud
It falls to me to rouse the crowd
To shine their light through darkness’ shroudWhen battle’s done and foe is gone
Peltarch’s glory must live on
These three have truly outshone
With actions bold and hearts so strongSo when the eastlanders are dust
Vote for Eowiel, in whom I trust
Mariston Thel we know is just
Or Vote for Zyphlin, if you must. The Shadow Poet**
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(((Unusual places, but plentiful copies. SLIGHT ADULT CONTENT)))
The time has come the walrus said
To speak of many things
Of senate seats and noble fools
Of drunken, bed-hoppings.
It’s time to talk of Noble Rath
The Ashald family jester
A man who given half a chance
Would any woman pester.
No morals he, no foolish hopes
To ever be the best
He’s happy drinking and shagging
A total noble pest.
He takes your coin and spends it well
On things he’d like to do
Like Jessica and Annabelle
Chloe and Stacey too.
Richard, Paul and Phillipa
Perhaps a sheep or two.
He drinks so much he cannot tell
Exactly who he’s had
But never fear, he’s pretty sure
He never had his dad.
And there he stands, or staggers, true
And claims to help you cause
But only so that he can on your
Daughters get his paws.
An answer though, I offer you
A way to change this farce
Vote for senators who will
Kick him out on his arse.
Vote number one for Eowiel
Is this old minstrels plea
My beard may be shot-through with grey
But these truths I still see
That half-wit noble drunken sots
Are not good for your city.
Vote number two for Mariston
Or Zyphlin. Mog maybe.
We need some senators who care
For you and yours you see.
And not the kind of pointless ass
Even seafarers think a dick
Who’s hardest thinking every day
Is where next to shove his prick.The Shadow Poet
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In different places…
They seek me here,
They seek me there,
They chew their lips,
And tear their hair.
I’ll not be silenced
Not be stopped
The King of Coins
His power cropped
His goons will never
Find the voice
That speaks of hope
That speaks of Choice
That calls on one
And calls on all
To cast a vote
For Vaster’s fall
To cast vote one
For Eowiel
And then vote two for
Maristol Thel
Or Zyphlin maybe
Mog’s not so bad
But not the rest
It is so sad
They’ve sold their souls
To evil greed
And lost the sight
Of Peltarch’s need
The Ashald’s power
Must be cropped
And this wise man
Will not be stoppedThe Shadow Poet
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In these usual spots you will notice groups of rather unfriendly looking men wandering around. The guards seem to ignore them.
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**It’s time again to pass the time
In idly scrawling skilful rhyme
As you know my current topic is
This senatorial election biz
It fills our minds all day and night
With speech and rally, they all do fight
To grab attention of us folk
Well I’m here to give a friendly poke
To each of them that wants out vote
That stands and reels off speech by roteEach seeks for power, each wants a bite
Of the cherry that we die and fight
For every time our foes attack
And each one claims to have our back
Yet each of us still feels the pain
Each has known people slain
Each feels hunger, each feels cold
As for pittances our work is sold
We are not slaves, we are free men
Wait? Run that one by me again?Is a warrior senate what we need?
Or an Ashald brat, spawned for greed?
A half-orc crafter making laws?
Each telling you what’s theirs is yours.
The truth is that it’s us that counts
We have the power in large amounts
We vote. We set the future course.
This race, it only has one horse.
No matter who you give vote two
Mariston, Zyphlin, Clandra too
Vote first with heart, and mind as well
And cast a vote for Eowiel.**The Shadow Poet
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Usual places
The farmer’s in the Dell, The farmer’s in the Dell
His life is hard, his work is to, he toils hard as hell
The Seafarer’s watch and laugh, his goods are theirs to sell
They do no work, but make good coin, somehow they do compel
The common folk to work like this, a rat I’m sure I smell
How do these sailors, ruffians, thugs, these lords of ocean swell
Make farmers work for little coin, I’m sure they’ll never tell
Yet somehow they must have a grip on the farmers hollow shell
As hunger eats him from within, with coin their coffers swell
And how do you the common man, this inequality quell
It’s simple and I’ll tell you now, Vote for EowielThe Shadow Poet
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Deacon can be seen grinning, looking at the dockside posts
Finally, one o' 'em bards gettin' it right! Hear hear!
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In the usual places, one copy finding it's way into a certain cupboard in the Bardic College
Every night I walk the streets
Of Peltarchs darkest parts
Where hunger reigns and chill winds blow
Ice cold through poor men's hearts
Each man and woman, babe and child
Longs for prosperity's hearth
So here me when I tell of one
Eager to lead us down that path
Noble not through blood, but deeds
Elven bard, Cerulean Knight
Let emerald hair and emerald eyes
Lead us back into the light
And ensure the Jewel with glisten brightThe Shadow Poet
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Posted throughout Peltarch, though mostly in the Docks district
**It’s time at last, I know you’ve waited
Stomachs empty, breath held bated
It’s time to tell what I will say
Of politics and powers sway
Of candidates and platforms too
Of who I think will think of you
When on their thrones with wine in hand
Gazing imperious across our land
They sit at last and must come through
On all the things they promised you.
Let us look at who now feels
That they should guide our Cities wheelsChaevre’s gone and we rejoice
At least our dead will have a choice
Then Zyphlin, a bard of great renown
I truly hope they don’t send him down
Mog, well what is there to say
I’m sure he’ll understand one day
That Senators must serve only you
And not take order’s from other’s who
Don’t even live in, this, our home
Who’s duties call for him to roam
A crafter yes, good with his hands,
But a legionnaire who understands
Only following the General’s Orders
And defending Jiyyd’s more hostile borders.Of Mariston I’ll speak no ill,
A Paladin of true good will
Who’s heart is true, his right arm strong
Who by definition can brook no wrong.
Not true though of Lord Aarron’s heart
A noble who claims to know your part
A man who says he’s born to rule
And tries to play you for a fool
By claiming that he’ll save the day
By giving up his senators pay?
I somehow doubt he’ll waste away
Like you who live on dockers pay
After all he’s Seafarer’s Pawn
Does he think we were only this day born?Tidus Clodpin? Fisher kings Heir?
Ludicrous! I do not care
What documents he claims to show
For any that know Peltarch know
That Tidus left no heirs at all
I hope to see him quickly fall
Into the past, forgotten there
For his mad ideas I do not care.
Then last of all the green haired elf
Who at least comes with quite a wealth
Of experience and Peltarch Lore
She’s lived here twenty years and more
So that’s the Litany I tell
Vote Mariston and Eowiel.Biased yes, of course I am
It every pundits rightful place
But I, like you, would see Peltarch gain
By whoever can finally win this race.**The Shadow Poet
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::Zora Montague's melodic laugh is heard as he sits in the commons, shoulders shaking with mirth as he listens to a few commoners talk of the shadow poet's recent rhyme::
"Oh, oh brother-" ::He states, catching his breath, fending off the chuckles, not to mention the grin hugging his lips:: "So this poet's going to give us all the dirt on all the nasty nasty polititians, huh?"
::Finally, manages to gasp a breath, grinning, he lays back on his bench, producing a color spray card and absently flicking it from one finger to another, inclining head as he speaks:: "This I gotta see."
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Walking by on the way to the brothel to talk some sense into those girls, Alejandra sees the posting on the wall, and as she reads her hands clench to her breast with a glimmer in her eye. A deep breath as her fancies take her to a place in her mind where a man writes of hope, love, and peace just for her before she sets herself again and continues her walk.
