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Written By Gaspard

May 27, 2023, 12:11 p.m.(11/19/1019 AR)

Oh what is art? I must enquire...
A flavored word, or lyric fire?
A high burlesque, or sorrowed note,
A fiddle bowed, or poem wrote?

The answer drifts upon the air..
Like exotic glass: it's source is rare.
The question be, to those who see,
is why our art doth set us free.

Each rhythmic beat that comes from here,
escapes our hearts without a fear.
And travels far to spread the word,
of life, and love, and loss unheard.

The journey ends where it began,
from far and wide across the sand.
Behind it all there is no more,
until it's all been done before.

And when it has at last been said...
We all will lie forgotten, dead.

Written By Gaspard

May 27, 2023, 12:05 p.m.(11/19/1019 AR)

My first memories of him were by the age of five,
When he mussed with my hair, and told me voice snide,
"Son, you must remember when the day is done,
to clean your feet in the shadow of the sun.";
And to this day, upon arriving home,
I look to my shoes, and for a man who will never come.

My second memories of him were by the age of seventeen,
When he clapped my shoulder, slapping my bearded chin unclean,
"Son, you must remember to compliment your mate,
Or else you will find yourself in a deprived state.";
And to this day, when I see my mate's eyes,
I revel in their color aloud, knowing he has died.

My third memories of him were by the age of twenty-two,
when he mused of my sister, and of my new wound.
"Son, remember that 'great things' should be considered lightly,
and the littlest of things with such detail, not slightly."
And to this day, when a man pries to the state of my face,
I smile as I do, and leave him in haste.

My fourth memories of him were by the age of twenty-five,
when I held his hand, and watched the last living breath die,
"Son, for me this you must do; never give up, or pretend to be a fool;
Always to yourself be true, and only willingly play the tool."
And with his dying breath I sighed, my eyes turning to shaded places inside;
and when my feet loudly scuff more than I intend,
His dying words, my thoughts often recommend.

My final memories of him were by the age of right now,
In song he is remembered, like the sky or dust-clouds,
"Father, you must remember that I miss you so,
and that your words, succinctly, to my children will go."
And to this day, a thought of him brings tears to my eyes,
Knowing his life was snuffed, like a torch to the wind's sighs.

Written By Gaspard

May 27, 2023, 11:53 a.m.(11/19/1019 AR)

When the mountains and I come to claim you
I hope you shall prepare
For I shall show no mercy
When I smell blood in the air

My eye is on my prey now
There is little point in running
The stride of your beast of burden
Is of no consequence to my cunning

The night is falling all around you
Darkness and I are not far behind
The earth is an ally to finality
And there is no man Death doesn't find

It is quite unfortunate for you
To be dealing with the likes of me
My blade is something seen by many
But something none have lived to see

If you knew what was approaching
You would take your odds with a tainted meal
Than chance a dance, in the mountains
With the moons and myself at your heel

So one last word of precaution
A warning should you choose to heed it
If you see me pray for luck
'Cause when I come, you're going to need it.

Written By Gaspard

April 18, 2023, 1:03 p.m.(8/25/1019 AR)

Lost in my own head
Demons well-fed
Seeking light instead
Overworked in overtime
Remaining on my grind, double-time
Sometimes life is sour as a rind
Persevere and see what you find
Not one for the spotlight
I remain hidden in the twilight

Written By Gaspard

April 18, 2023, 12:59 p.m.(8/25/1019 AR)

I'm drowning in my apogee
I'm draining from between my teeth
Don't wake, don't wake up
Don't wake me while I'm dreaming
Don't wake up, don't wake up
I've seen things you could not believe

Written By Gaspard

April 18, 2023, 6:27 a.m.(8/25/1019 AR)

We can fall in love or we can go insane
We can play it rough or take it safe
Don't matter what's above, our destinies are made

Written By Gaspard

April 18, 2023, 6:17 a.m.(8/25/1019 AR)

Muscle to muscle and toe to toe
The fear has gripped me, but here I go
My heart sinks as I jump up
Your hand grips hand as my eyes shut

Written By Gaspard

April 18, 2023, 5:56 a.m.(8/25/1019 AR)

Please, don't hide your imperfections nature
Took two tries to make the man in white
No, I don't mind, you are a beauty
Not temptation, you're my creation.

Written By Gaspard

Jan. 8, 2023, 3:18 p.m.(3/11/1019 AR)

Nothing wrong with an old-fashioned whiskey.

Written By Gaspard

Jan. 8, 2023, 3:16 p.m.(3/11/1019 AR)

I said I needed time.

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Oct. 2, 2022, 7:13 p.m.(6/27/1018 AR)

I don't know if we can be ready, but we must prepare.

Written By Gaspard

Oct. 2, 2022, 7:13 p.m.(6/27/1018 AR)

The Hills are alive. Dark times are ahead.

Written By Gaspard

Sept. 25, 2022, 10:17 p.m.(6/13/1018 AR)

For every man lost in this blasted war, we will refill the ranks twicefold.

Written By Gaspard

Sept. 25, 2022, 10:17 p.m.(6/13/1018 AR)

I truly hope, that it all works out the way I plan.

Written By Gaspard

Sept. 23, 2022, 5:18 p.m.(6/9/1018 AR)

I find myself in a maelstorm of emotions of late. Every step precariously taken.

Written By Gaspard

Aug. 14, 2022, 9:45 p.m.(3/13/1018 AR)

Sometimes, the politics of nobility seem oh so tedious.

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Aug. 14, 2022, 9:45 p.m.(3/13/1018 AR)

The events that unfolded in Artshall have given me a firm resolve to take a more active duty within Arx. Thank the thirteen I lived another day.

Written By Gaspard

Aug. 14, 2022, 9:43 p.m.(3/13/1018 AR)

I find myself tested in a myriad of ways, some I have never experienced. I wonder how long my patience lasts.

Written By Gaspard

Aug. 7, 2022, 9:19 p.m.(2/27/1018 AR)

A battlefield I once knew well and fit, like a well masoned brick to complete a myriad of stonework. Flipped upside down upon my arrival to Arx. Having to adapt has been harder than I would like to admit.

Written By Gaspard

Aug. 7, 2022, 9:18 p.m.(2/27/1018 AR)

I find myself surrounded by many unfamiliar faces. Faces that I may have even known in another life, if I hadn't spent so much time on the battlefield.

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