#liam's stuff

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King Arthur in Camelot Rock-Opera (May 2026) for @melkormajere

How shall I judge fair? Yield not to power? How shall I yet dare Stay true to my soul? No, no remorse still. I shall not back down. Out of my free will I resolve now to Power's burden Is weighing me down more time and again, Day after day. Power's burden! The will of the crown is stronger than men, Much stronger than me.

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Rostik Kolpakov as Caramon Majere for @my-gender-is-the-silmarils

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Eärwen, the Swan-Maiden of Alqualondë for @arafinwean-week

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𝕃𝕦𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕖𝕟'𝕤 𝕗𝕖𝕒, Lay of Leithian rock-opera

A strife gets kindled Betwixt a golden bonfire And arms astir.

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Icarus the Rock-Opera

Never regret thy fall, Oh Icarus of the fearless flight, For the greatest tragedy of them all, Is never to feel the burning light. Attributed to Oscar Wilde.

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"Sing, Wind, Sing" (poetic singable translation) from Lay of Leithian rock-opera

[Beren:] Farewell, oh splendid peaceful land, — Sing, windblast, sing! — All forests, valleys, and green fields. Sing, windblast, sing!

Farewell, oh beaming sunlit days — Sing, windblast, sing! — And distant groves with nightingales. Sing, windblast, sing!

Oh wind, I'll surely follow you And my odd fate with no ado. Sing, windblast, sing!

And there, over the ridge stronghold — Howl, windblast, howl! — The ice-bound valleys, frozen cold. Howl, windblast, howl!

Within the land in darkness thrown — Howl, windblast, howl! — The Dark Foe reigns upon his throne. Howl, windblast, howl!

In moonlight Gemstones glow surreal Atop the crown that's forged from steel. Howl, windblast, howl!

A song from very far away — Stop, windblast, stop! — Through ice and dust will show the way. Stop, windblast, stop!

Through tempests and a stormy sneer — Stop, windblast, stop! — Your voice, Tinúviel, I hear. Stop, windblast, stop!

[Lúthien's voice:] But you have failed to outrun A false step done, my dearest one! Stop, windblast, stop!

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The Duel of Finrod and Sauron: Sauron's First Spell (poetic singable translation) from Lay of Leithian rock-opera

[Sauron:] From the mounts I’m summoning the winged wind – Trespassers are always relished here. If a thief or liar happens to blow in – Blasts will make all guises disappear.

They’ll tear masks into shreds And snatch them up high. Whirlwinds’, whirlwinds’ frantic dance onward! Endless whirl’s eye! Whirlwinds’, whirlwinds’ frantic dance onward! Endless whirl’s eye!

In a nether smithery I’ve forged a key That unseals hearts smoothly like a door. This pale ray of light is flickering, you see? It’s privy to each secret evermore.

All outcomes, thoughts not heard, Where soul’s backdoors lie. Sparkles’, sparkles’ frantic dance onward! Endless whirl’s eye! Sparkles’, sparkles’ frantic dance onward! Endless whirl’s eye!

Here I spot a staunch friend standing by your side, I know he’d rushed bravely to your aid. I foretell your trust will turn unjustified Once time rounds up circles of the fate.

In real life, not dream world, Oblivion is nigh! Faces’, faces’ frantic dance onward! Endless whirl’s eye! Faces’, faces’ frantic dance onward! Endless whirl’s eye!

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Drifter/Perseus in Icarus Rock-Opera for @actual-bill-potts

Don’t look for the person in the crowd. You’ll no longer find anyone. People judge others by their own merit While they condemn anyone who’s not like them. And having taken wing like a desperate yell Over the desert of bowed heads, You’ll suddenly realize — you’re an old man. This torn net is your only yield. Your sea is nothing but a sea of sand Out of shattered hourglass. Your truth is nothing but longing For words’ habitual meaning.