03-10-2005, 12:26 AM
Kind of loose, shifting metering on this one, so it may be difficult to read as intended. Actually, it's intended to be sung in a minor key, but for now it's pretty functional as a poem.
Going Home
He's the prodigal son, who is now on the run.
He's not having fun, so he wants it undone.
He longs to go back to his shack in the woods;
To go back to his roots, where he knows that he belongs.
As he follows the river, he wallows in misery.
He's sorry he'd hurried to leave his old home this early.
He wonders if his parents are even alive still,
Believing they've died will make him swear at his blunders.
They say he left home to be the hero.
To defeat evil, that's why he roamed.
But while he roamed and tried to be the hero,
We see that evil destroyed his home.
As he nears town and stops, he peers, frowns, and sobs.
It appears now that mobs, came here to tear down a lot.
It seems that the people were either all dead,
Or got feeble and fled, from the evil supreme.
But still here are some merchants and seers, barworkers and
Surgeons and warriors and mages reveal their urgent plan
To form up a party, and get their revenge.
They'd better be ready, or they'll harshly be torn up.
They say he left home to be the hero.
To defeat evil, that's why he roamed.
But while he roamed and tried to be the hero,
We see that evil destroyed his home.
His parents had died, so he's sharing his might.
Doesn't care 'bout his life. He's just raring to fight.
He madly swings, hacking at packs of fierce foes.
But the fact is he knows, this won't bring back his fam'ly.
As vengence swirls through his mind, he pledges to the light
To do right through this fight, but is it just his suicide?
The bards will sing songs about his courage in war,
But these verses ignore, that somethings wrong in his heart.
Going Home
He's the prodigal son, who is now on the run.
He's not having fun, so he wants it undone.
He longs to go back to his shack in the woods;
To go back to his roots, where he knows that he belongs.
As he follows the river, he wallows in misery.
He's sorry he'd hurried to leave his old home this early.
He wonders if his parents are even alive still,
Believing they've died will make him swear at his blunders.
They say he left home to be the hero.
To defeat evil, that's why he roamed.
But while he roamed and tried to be the hero,
We see that evil destroyed his home.
As he nears town and stops, he peers, frowns, and sobs.
It appears now that mobs, came here to tear down a lot.
It seems that the people were either all dead,
Or got feeble and fled, from the evil supreme.
But still here are some merchants and seers, barworkers and
Surgeons and warriors and mages reveal their urgent plan
To form up a party, and get their revenge.
They'd better be ready, or they'll harshly be torn up.
They say he left home to be the hero.
To defeat evil, that's why he roamed.
But while he roamed and tried to be the hero,
We see that evil destroyed his home.
His parents had died, so he's sharing his might.
Doesn't care 'bout his life. He's just raring to fight.
He madly swings, hacking at packs of fierce foes.
But the fact is he knows, this won't bring back his fam'ly.
As vengence swirls through his mind, he pledges to the light
To do right through this fight, but is it just his suicide?
The bards will sing songs about his courage in war,
But these verses ignore, that somethings wrong in his heart.