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  1. Beautiful as always.
  2. Raoden again!
  3. Thanks for the pronunciation tips - I tend to form my own and then get stuck with them. In a world like Sanderson's, you could go insane trying to remember all the different pronunciations. But still, I should perhaps look it up when writing verse. e-LANT-ris would be my pronunciation. I suspect we each form our own internalised ways of voicing the words depending on our own localities.
  4. I once came down from Kae to see Elantris shining on its hill of gold, I came to see the people there For healing at their hands. I left with beauty on my mind, In my heart. Since then I have not seen a thing More beautiful indeed that it was then When waters flowed beneath the well And Aons shone with light. I long for beauty to return To this land. See here how dreams have been debased! See now this ruined husk of lifeless clay The dregs of Old Elantris gone, Last remnants of their art. It faded like a summer mist On the wind. I stand here now and curse my lot, The leader Raoden, or Spirit, tall But skin of mottled black and white Is hidden ‘neath my shawl. I ruled a Kingdom with my heart That won’t beat. But I can see it yet, the Light And how the people flocked to see it shine Like me when I was young, a child Who wept and knew true love. Oh Domi, if you hear my plea Bring it back. I really quite like Elantris (the book), not sure if that comes through
  5. Raoden - Million Dreams (Greatest Showman) I close my eyes and I can see The place that's lighting up for me That I call my own Through the slime, through the Gate Through what were once flames of hate But it feels like home They can say, they can say that I am hoed They can say, they can say I've lost my soul I don't care, I don't care, so call me hoed We can live in a world that we design 'Cause every day I fight the pain The threat of being made insane A million dreams are keeping me aware I think of what the world could be A vision of the place I see A million dreams is all it's gonna take A million dreams for the world we're gonna make There's a place we can build Elantris, silver-lit and filled With things from far away The special things I compile Each one there to make you smile On a slime-filled day They can say, they can say we’ll all be hoed They can say, they can say we've lost our souls I don't care, I don't care if they call us hoed Runaway to a world that we design 'Cause every day I fight the pain The threat of being made insane A million dreams are keeping me aware I think of what the world could be A vision of the place I see A million dreams is all it's gonna take A million dreams for the world we're gonna make However big, however small We will be part of it all Share your dreams with me We may be right, we may be wrong But I swear that I’ll bring you along To the world I see To the world where there’s no pain Finally free and not insane, 'Cause every day I fight the pain The threat of being made insane A million dreams are keeping me awake A million dreams, a million dreams I think of what this place could be A vision of the thing I see A million dreams is all it's gonna take A million dreams for the world we're gonna make For the world we're gonna make.
  6. I will now speak to you of something fair, Though words are crystalline and false - How else could I describe the fountain hair Of she whose fancied love I could not catch? Yes, I will speak, and it is false yet true That when I saw her first her eyes were light, Pure as the mountain air, the piercing blue, And sweet with joy that comes with youth. I could describe a beauty for your thought And you would see her dancing, caught in muse - Ah. I can almost see myself the lithe-like grace Of she who greets the mildest morning dews! But she is not so easy caught with words And so I dance around my subject's core - What would I say? Symmetry graces her With features men can't help but love, adore? No. I will not be known as one who caught in ice The truth of her - to freeze is here to kill. Instead, I'll tell you this - I loved her well, And venture that my spirit loves her still But I do not know her. I. Can. Not. Write. For she is fair, and beautiful, and swift But more is there beneath that surface-sight! Much more awaiting truth to lift Into the light. I sought her love, yet sought in vain For though I loved her well There's more beneath the surface than I know... Or that she'd freely tell.
  7. With very little word-altering, this could fit Or, given the scientific bit at the start, her sister's original bonding.
  8. *Sigh* Every time I visit this page, I seem to upvote your latest post. It's like a tax.
  9. Ye gods, that was a good one.
  10. Ye gods how did I not know that existed.
  11. The Traveller? I don't know what/who that is, I'm afraid. Unless you mean Hoid, in which case, yes. It's meant to be Hoid.
  12. I have to agree with Hoid. I am no artist except in the most basic sense, so it's nice to see it being done right. My favourites are Vin and El, and the sideview of the Parshendi. Very well done.
  13. I seem to have forgotten to respond, but I really liked those. Good work! The jester sets his case upon the stone. Beneath a peaked rim, light eyes scan And note each undulation of the land. Notes, too, that wind and crem are all The audience that he will have. He sighs, then smiles a secret smile Meant for himself alone. No lesson to impart, No life to change with words. Just art And surety in its practise. The case is opened without flair, No stoop or bow or coloured hair Hide him from his bare crowd Of wind and crem. No artifice nor design Impinge upon his rhyme. And so he plays his pipe and sings The song of wind and sun Of gods in battle far and high Beyond the outer limits of the sky. He sings of love possessed And worlds in flame. But most of all he sings Of his own shame. He finishes with that same secret smile And knows There won't be tears nor pleas To sing his song again From wind and crem.
  14. Moash /\
  15. Hah, thanks. Out of curiosity, do you write yourself?