Medoly's Creations

[Miss Magical]

Composed upon location for the Red and White Ball, hosted by Sutara and organized by Winn. By Medoly, the Torian Entertainer.

Code: Select all

Warm is the night air, kissing on the skin,
Here we are gathered to delight once again!
To chaste: never is a better time to begin,
To revel in the sweets of l'Orn d'Elamshin!

Come now and drink up, eat up and be merry,
Life so lacking without taste of a 'cherry'
For by no other reason are we here tonight,
Bring treat to your lips and dare one bite.

It's a night settled for passions and lust,
Guided by one phrase: 'In Ishtar we Trust!'

[Miss Magical]

Sang at the Red and White Ball.

Blood. Swan. Moon.
Crimson hanging over the night,
Bathe the land in agony,
Washed in the Blood Swan Moon.

Blood Swan Moon,
Child, Have you forgotten?
Remember your home,
Far beneath a Blood Swan Moon.

Blood Swan Moon,
Accept what can be offer to You,
Dark Goddess, this flesh I sacrafice,
From my hands, this Blood Swan Moon.

Blood Swan Moon,
Violence, Passion, Power, Control!
The Children of Darkness Delight!
Weep, for the Blood. Swan. Moon.

[Miss Magical]

Performed by the Inn and so "rudely" interrupted by Ehlanna's testing!!

What Beast, what beast, what terrifies?
What beast, what beast, with killer's eyes?

The Shadows, the Shadows, what do they plot?
The Shadows, the shadows, can they be caught?

Is it a battle for Gods, or a fight for survival?
If the immortal is slain, who is there for revival?

So we fight, we fight, we plan and we fight,
We scheme and we plot, through the hours of the night.

The Shadows, the Shadows, how can they be slain?
What is, what is, the incorporeal's bane?

[Miss Magical]

Performed for the dwellers of The Lonely Inn.

Twin Daughters of Ishtar: Are and Ola.

Two twins were born on twin hillsides bare:
Crafted so smoothed was the land of their birth,
Upon these hillsides they sat, exposed in air,
Daughters of Divine, what would be their worth?

It was Ishtar's decree that they would not leave,
Had with a word their future been purged?
The two twins, in their sorrow, began to grieve,
And from their eyes pale nectar emerged.

For too long they sat: unattended, alone,
When lo, came an adventurer to survey their state.
He didn't come to hear plight they'd bemoan,
But rather at the call of passion so great.

Upon the hillside Moriel call 'Ahaluthh Mamulen',
Adventerous questor scaled the heights;
And coming to where the twins each made a den,
The twins came to know their delights.

And screams of ecstacy covered the hills,
The two daughts of Ishtar turned to stone,
And the Goddess who made them ensured through thrills,
That Never thereafter were Are or Ola alone.

[Miss Magical]

Song incomplete, want a second verse (last stanza is the chorus). Sang to the Lonely Inn.

There is a place I know of, deep in the woods. Far from the troubles we know here.
To get there you can wander a thousand years, and never grow one step more near.
But I know the secret to finding Paradise, the place where the Dryads dance,
A place untouched by men and war, a place known to us as Gaea's Expance.

If you humble yourself before the Lady; if you ever want to find this land:
Offer a prayer to the Mistress of Forests, and she will give your her hand.
Close your eyes, let the song the leafs sing surround you, surrender,
And if, by Her Blessing, you move .. you will see Her splendor.

Dance, dance, dance with the Dryads. Soar, soar, soar with the Slyphs.
Swim, swim, swim with a Nereid, in rapture live in the Goddess's gifts.
Sing, sing, sing in the Meadows. Roar, roar, roar at the Seas.
Live, live, live for tomorrow. Be, be, be one with the breeze.

[Miss Magical]

Misery Delicious, Succubus Kirva, Helpless Sacrifice. (A Remembrance of Duty)

Lotha darthirii, yvalm a uns'aa, na'eroth sel'turi, nilah.
Natha lotha tyav, natha farjali mru'shka, farjali siltrin, ssuorr.
Mildrin tsoss, dosman xta'rl, na'eroth qloav, S'rinelli.
Treemma d'uns'aa, treemma d'udossa, treemma d'Ilta, Kirva
Tyav ol nin, satiir yorn, zel'polr harl, nauxxizz.
Natha lotha ul'nusst, natha lotha vlos, natha lotha ialys, orthae`belbol

Little elf, bound by me, trembling softly, misery.
A little taste, a precious tempt, precious flesh, delicious.
Single kiss, gentle touch, trembling lips, Succubus.
Fear of me, fear of us, fear of Her, Kirva
Taste it now, feel power, squirm beneath, helpless.
A little scream, a little blood, a little smile, sacrifice.

[Miss Magical]

Loss.

Lost in time, like a moment blinking, eternally ago,
Far from found, always hidden; why can't I seem to know?
You are gone, never coming back to me as I want, although,
Only to see your face one minute more that radiant glow.

Can I say that the years have been better? Have I found,
What I had when you were always around?
I am happy, I will not lie to you though you are in the ground,
Life goes on, and I am alive, but, to hear your sound...

I will be strong, for I know that's how you'd want me.
If only you, your broken song, could see.
What would you think -- but you always said I could be,
But why does it come with you still across the sea?

You told me once 'that memories are what we're judged by,
It is the honest path to live forever after we die.'
You made me promise I'd shed no tears, for you I'd never cry.
A curse for that, softly spoken. You knew we'd say goodbye.

[Miss Magical]

(So I feel like recording some of my favorite lines that Medoly delivers. Sue me that this is the easiest way.)

Delivered to Sha'ruse after the other Torian told that "... of course it is important to know one's name. A name makes us unquie an makes us individuals. Without names, there would be nothing special about any of us."

Before, voice was given softly, idly, like a discarded thought but then, next, they came with a power that was both subtle and obvious, discreet and powerful. It was the voice of a storyteller and of a bard, a voice that could capture those that never thought they would be, not with magic of the arcane, gods, or nature but of essence of being and emotion. "Names mean nothing in the end, Sha'Ruse. It is our actions, our words, and our wants that identify who and what we are more than anything else. Never imagine without a name, or because of a name, that you have meaning or lack it."

The response, because I liked it:

"If names were not important," [Sha`Ruse] would tell the now empty tent. "Then why are they given at birth, and what would be put on the grave stone when we die? How are to we remember each other if we have nothing to call them? In the end, without names, we are nothing but a shell."

[Miss Magical]

A lullaby well-known throughout the land, especially in places that do not benefit from a constant protection of a strong military force. Sung in Ehlanna's room, for Katiekat{LI}.

There Will Be Troubles, Still Far Away.

Little child, do not fret. There will be troubles, but not yet.
Little one, please fear not. There will be sadness, keep what you've got.
Things as they are, will not last. Treasure it now, time does go fast.
But you are young still, do not fret. There will be troubles, but not yet.

Somewhere above, the skies are gray. But those clouds are still far away.
And right now, I am here. I promise you, I will stay near.
I am your shelter, I keep you close. You are my flower, my precious rose.
In the future, things will be gray. But those times are still far away.

You are my darling, precious one. In my heart above you, there is no one.
So sleep well, and dream of things. Dream of what, the Goddess brings.
Dream of the peace, that She bestows. She is the gift, that lets us grow.
You are her darling, precious one. In her heart above you, there is no one.

... more verses ICly, like many songs of the sort ...

[Miss Magical]

Sung atop a tower in Sutara's Castle late at night. Written to be sung with a violin.

Dreams of death with you again.

More dreams through the end of time pass by,
And I sit here waiting, watching in the sky,
And I sing and I dance and I spread wings to fly,
Just waiting my time to die.

Life is so long what's the point in trying?
And I've turned away from joy so I'm sighing,
Every time you try to smile does it end with crying?
All these broken hearts remind me I'm dying.

Close your eyes, let voice carry you to a dreamland,
Where sorrow is gone and terrors all banned,
Close your eyes, follow me by this song's command,
And we will be together again.

If it's only in dreams where I can hold your hand,
Then let sleep carry me from the blood and the sand.
Let my soul leave my form, let my exit be grand,
And we will be together, again.