Author Topic: Of Dirges and Mourning; Epics and Drama - Tuldur Fermakiir  (Read 720 times)

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Of Dirges and Mourning; Epics and Drama - Tuldur Fermakiir
« on: February 11, 2017, 07:14:06 PM »
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Corellon, by Your grace grant Your Children strength
To protect our lives, our ways, our freedom.
The enemy approaches, seeking to destroy us,
All that we hold dearest and nearest to our hearts.
You are always with us:
in the whispering of the wind through the trees
in the murmuring of the stream over the rocks
in the roaring of the waves upon the shore
in the twang of the bow
in the song of our hearts
in the longing of our souls;
be with us now, the Firstborn, Your Children
as we defend our homes from evil.
Though violence is our last resort,
We shall never forget the skills You taught us.
Be with us now;
Help us to remember and honor the Gifts You lovingly gave us.
Let every arrow drawn from our bows fly forth
and pierce the heart of those who would wrong us.
Let every sword drawn in Your name
cut down those who would defile Your Children and Your Woods.
Let every spell drawn in the air
strike down the soul of evil and strengthen the heart of good.
Protect us, Corellon, Your Children call to you;
In this time of danger and darkness, be our guiding light.
All voices are raised in Your name,
All hearts quicken in knowing Your love,
All souls, no matter the course of this battle,
shall one day return and rest with You.
Corellon, by Your grace, grant Your Children victory.

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Of Dirges and Mourning; Epics and Drama - Tuldur Fermakiir
« Reply #1 on: February 17, 2017, 09:34:35 AM »

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Row 1: I do not aim with my hand.
Row 2: He who aims with his hand has forgotten the face of his father.
Row 1 & 2: I aim with my Eye.

Row 1:I do not shoot with my hand.
Row 2: He who shoots with his hand has forgotten the face of his father.
Row 1 & 2: I shoot with my Mind.

Row 1: I do not kill with my hand.
Row 2: He who kills with his hand has forgotten the face of his father.
Row 1 & 2: I kill with my Heart.
To be recited until only the thwang of bowstrings can be heard, the arrows flying high and striking home can be seen,
'til all that is felt on the field is the glory of the People, unto it like the rays of the sun.