Poematum Dryadalum

***A compilation of poems, written by Guiles J. Hollande***

*Written in 2343 A.F.*

*“Of all the things I’ve truly seen, poems are the spirit of people’s dreams.”*

## **I. ‘Tis a land known as Azura**

*Oh land of Azura, with your mystery!*

*Exuberant as any can see!*

*With your cold, cold waters and sky above*

*‘Tis truly a land of love!*

*A place of love, but also of hate*

*A complicated lifetime and also a gate!*

*For many must learn the meaning of truth*

*For they have the time, from elder to youth!*

*With your cold, cold waters and sky above*

*‘Tis truly a land of love!*

*A tipping balance, like a clown on a ball*

*Life seems hardest, most of them all!*

*But just know truly, for all that is seen*

*Life can be awe, and it ain’t so mean!*

*With your cold, cold skies, and water below*

*‘Tis truly a land I know!*

*‘Tis truly a land I know!*

For Azura’s lands I’ll go!

## **II. The land of green**

*-Upon the shores of emerald, an elven land does lie*

*From jungle deep to grassy sleep, their heritage did die*

*-A land of green, and skies of blue, no race really could deny*

*With grassy boughs and sassy toads, this land truly supplied*

*-But from the south, on solus peak, a brand-new people came*

*For all their woes, and troubled foes, the native people blame*

*-The brand new went to yonder lands and took the boughs of green*

*They harvested, tore up, and shredded until no more were seen*

*-The people of this elven land, their anger did come now*

*From electi, to silvic elf. Even the lowest drow.*

*-They shan’t succeed at succor’d pleas, for the new people said:*

*“This land of green is green no more, it shall be land of red.”*

*-And blood they split upon the grass until some were no more*

*And to this day, it is there they stay, upon the Emerald shore.*

## **III. Dunes cannot deny**

*-The land is sand, the sun has shone*

*The vast desert lands, make you feel alone*

*-But desert it is, and desert it may*

*The desert shall be there, night and day*

*-The sands of time, they are to see*

*I wonder what wonders they hide are to be?*

*-An ancient temple?*

*A place of renown?*

*The old hidey-hole of a Pyrian crown?*

*-The Dunes cannot deny the claim of the people*

*They can only still hide their magnificent steeples*

*Hiding away all of the for-gotten sheeple!*

*-The aridians harness their hopes and desires*

*To fuel the fires of their sun-sparked pyres*

*-For they wish to return to*

*The glory they owned*

*Ensuring that every foe they know is stoned!*

## **IV. Rock and stone, to the bone**

*-Contributed by Josir Neralinden*

*-The rumbling of dwarven feet,*

*It truly is another feat*

*-For Dwarves don’t take, but they do earn,*

*Whatever is their sacred yearn*

*-Rock and stone, to the bone!*

*The dwarven might is truly shown!*

*-And for they work from day to night,*

*Dwarven picks are out of sight.*

*-Rock and stone, to the bone!*

*The dwarven seeds are truly sown!*

*-For they use all of their means,*

*They have no need of kings or queens*

*-The dwarves are truly another kind,*

*For working hard they do not mind*

*-Toiling and the drum of feet,*

*Dwarves only ask for drink or sleep*

*-They work real hard, they fight real hard,*

*Their tales of heroics are sung by the bards!*

*-Their strength and might is really true,*

*Dwarven men shape rocks anew.*

***-Rock and stone, to the bone!***

*The dwarven might is never alone!*

*-For they work until their hands burn,*

*For things of truth they all do learn*

*-Rock and stone, to the bone!*

*The dwarven kin and their light are shown!*

*-Though this hymn shall meet its end,*

*Dwarves shall rally and defend.*

*-Their foes and stones shall be what they rend,*

*No sanctimonious way they pretend.*

*-For Rock and stone down to the bones,*

*Is what makes up the dwarven homes.*

*From glorious halls, to sunken unknowns,*

*The dwarves shall sit on dwarven thrones.*

*-(The dwarves shall sit on dwarven thrones!)*

## **V. The Two Brothers**

*-Monic men,*

*Is what they own.*

*Their names of might,*

*Is not what is shown.*

*-On peaceful lands,*

*With monic hands,*

*The monic do take,*

*And with demands.*

*-From mountain weather’d,*

*Stony skies.*

*Steel on steel,*

*Was idolized*

*-Dwarven halls,*

*Treasures of plenty,*

*Monic hands tried to seize what was many*

*-An exodus,*

*From an ancient place,*

*A land of green,*

*They wish to taste.*

*-They disagree,*

*For one has grace,*

*The other does wish*

*To never embrace*

*-A great many went,*

*To land of green,*

*While others stayed back,*

*And stayed be’tween*

*-A great wall formed,*

*In many a mind only,*

*Light and dark,*

*To them it seems homely.*

*-Brother and brother,*

*Hand in hand,*

*At one time divided,*

*They now understand.*

## **VI. The Crossing**

*-With rife waves, and rippling sails*

*The lantern creaks, the boards leak,*

*But human will prevails in spite.*

*For nasty pools, and stormy spools*

*of rain can’t give respite.*

*-Of 5 large ships, packed with will*

*And bobbing like a toy in a tub.*

*With all creeds they rub their shoulders,*

*‘Long with, and share the tales of their people*

*-And long nights with many a flight*

*And desire for a new home to share,*

*For people with will and many a ‘quill*

*Can make it all the way there.*

*-A shine of light, from darkened skies,*

*Did so truly appear and show*

*An emerald shore, with green and more,*

*And plenty for all to share.*

*-But you were wrong, after so long*

*For the land was truly of red*

*And monic men, with evil rend*

*Would make you (to their king) bend*

*-With stained shoes, ripped clothes,*

*And their history in flame*

*The people who made the crossing do*

*Remember the waves they tamed*

## **VII. On a knife’s edge**

*-Woe to the land of Ludwag, for it is in chains!*

*Those who lay upon the grassy berth are privy to little gains!*

*-For monic men do not care of the wares that Ludwag offers,*

*They use it only to fill their extensive, and greedy coffers!*

*-An elvish land ruled by man! How do I say I began?*

*Well I say little for that is another time, but there is a plan*

*-Of elven man with elven plan taking back an elven’s land,*

*For monic hands are quick and tan, and do not stop for a span*

*-Now Vestal Lattern, an elderly man, wishes a claim to Aridia’s band*

*So he sent troops into their lands, and found he couldn’t have outran their sands*

*-For Aridian lands are full of those who despise Monic hands,*

*So armed to the teeth and with a sword (and sheath) they came,*

*And they did plan*

*-With axe and sword, shield of tower*

*Aridians did fight!*

*-With captivity, for Freya you see,*

*The Aridians give mons their blights!*

*-Of beating back to the borderlands,*

*Where shall this war soon go?*

*-They truly say, as one understands*

*The tales are from the **Farthest Lands***

*-From Amniscia, to Dormia*

*And all those in between.*

## **VIII. Afterward**

*-I wish to thank all of those who read these pages,*

*Obtaining this book with some of their wages.*

*-I made this book for those who do very much need,*

*A little food for a brain to feed.*

*-I’ve been all over, feeling alone*

*Then I found Azura was my home*

*-The different peoples, there are to see*

*Helping people reflect, such as me*

*-To all of those, I give this warn*

*The Monics, barbarism, they are born (from)*

*-And what with war on our doorstoop*

*Maybe someday, some shall stage a coup*

*-For Ludwag’s peoples, are forced away*

*Under an Empire, that saves no days*

*-For they harvest our strength and truth*

*And then enslave us, from elder to youth*

*-So these are my words, for all to hear*

*Their hour of, reckoning, is near*

*-So unite people, for you must say*

*“The Monic Empire shall fall today!”*

***~Guiles J. Hollande***

 ***Carodeissan, Scholar, Explorer, Linguist, Master Seaman, proud Trephian Human***

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