#minstrelogy

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The Lynx Song

On that night, wet-cold and dark Pursued by the hellhound's bark, the hopeless soul, a shelter seeking running stumbling while thinking:

"Am I lost forevermore? I've nothing left to live for. Not a story left to tell, Not a song out of this hell."

But as a flash thunderclapped, felt I was no more entrapped. Deliverance gently came with kind words and heat of flame.

Was at the snowtrail, standing by, the graciousest lynx I ever eyed. And time bowed, to hang a while when he sang with a smile.

Stars showed up, silver and gold as the song quenched all the cold. And the charming lynx, old forest dweller, charm-bounded the storyteller.

All the creatures came to see, stunned, allured, like they should be. And as the lynx gazed across, they cursed envying by their loss.

"Thou smile caught in glimpse of light freezes time and chains the sight. While the gentlest voice from worlds gone-long conducts a sweetly stirring song"

"Thy fire burns and yet it heals, with auburn eyes that swiftly deals. Thou'rt the ever known finest tale. I beg'ye, inspire me with stunning gale."

Grace signs in words and deeds, giving the soul what it needs. Beautifuly touching a heart condemned, bracing, inspiring the chosen hand.

For the lynx sings the song of love, winding one to heaven above. Or drowning the unworthy in their own pride with pulling force of a great tide.

Magical waves of song resounds and through kindly spell to a lifetime bounds. But the lynx voice is like the moonlight as a song. And to no man the moon shall belong.

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Oh, Morning Star, whose shine never fails  I beg you, listen to the noblest of the tales With brightness that conquers all the dark Let me tell, with the blessing of your spark, Of a light, that even upon yours prevails

Once there was a beast, in soul and core Dreaming awake some nights before two-legged walking, by a stone-trail he met his own dreams, the heart almost failed Apart of his soul, calloused and sore 

He was feeling like never prior Her beauty was godlike to admire When by the water, leaning on a rift He was given the most precious gift A ravenous kiss of pure and true fire A new hope for him, and that what it seemed More bigger and powerful that ever he dreamed True wild soul begging the skies above To send him again her beautiful love With her feline eyes, starry night themed And he'll never forget Between lips of sunset In that dream he dreamed The beautifulest smile Pure moonlight beamed

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Encounter by the sea

I promptly stopped by the sail Realizing the eyes behind the veil. Enemies in chase, their swords to draw After the prettiest lass I ever saw. Looking to me, she danced with a smile, Laying and slashing men in a pile. Her eyes were like a fiery threat. Never I kew, or never I met. Enlacing me like a flashing whip. Escalating fear throughout the ship. Defying men who sought for glory, Taking hearts, changing the story. Only wasn't by the sea of graves. Manacing winds enhanced the waves, Exploding the deck to claim all the dead, Effectively awakening me in my bed. Too soon, I was left by the pirate crew Yearning for eyes that I never knew. Overly thinking of her smiling tease, Utterly craving for more dreams like these.

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Sotto le stelle, lontano in mare tuo fuoco nella pele calore da fare Lo troverò sempre La casa mia lontano o vicino qualunque sia Il tuo amore, carino è la strada mia.

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Pássaro de Fogo

Uma vez li que o amor Acende e apaga Como estrela na escuridão Da noite sem fim, amarga Mas hoje sei A beleza de prata Que a noite guarda É da luz dos teus olhos Iluminada Como chama no céu Bússola ao ninho O amor é pássaro de fogo. Livre e leve, voa e volta Iluminando o caminho. E sempre das cinzas Renasce Nunca cativo E nunca sozinho

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Sonho de Manhã

Acordei com teu cheiro De carinho, fogo e mel No horizonte do travesseiro Temperado ao sol que sobe no céu Olhos turvos de quem ama Abriram p'ra ver-te doce, nua No céu da manhã de minha cama Ainda em prata da luz da lua Mas eras sonho de sol nascente No vazio frio, de meus lençóis E fiquei na esperança de quem sabe e sente O calor da manhã de teus mil sóis.

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Deep

As she stared, the darkness deep The Fallen craved for her leap For all the sea should rise and bend To the touch of her kind hand

So keenly They desired her form They competed, in raging storm   Prepared rituals, with thorns and pentacles Just to have her in their tentacles

'Cause her beauty was long desired As the greater power she inspired Even the Old Ones truly know It's yet older than the darkness below

It's a light of the first spark True and strong all gods' mark So distant of the darkness deep They had it forgotten in their sleep

But She was no mindless meat Her soul never knew defeat And the Old Ones will crave and cry forever As she deceives them, powerful and clever