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= Death Poems of a Thousand Warriors =
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An anthology of poems found on the bodies of slain warriors from many historical battles, compiled by the Lutrani scholar [[Glynren Fengeiros]]. Writing such a poem right before you think you might die, expressing your final thoughts, is an ancient tradition in many parts of [[Jesenreth (Planet)|Jesenreth]]. The poems in this collection range from the mournful to the humorous to the scatological.  
An anthology of poems found on the bodies of slain warriors from many historical battles, compiled by the Lutrani scholar [[glynren_fengeiros]]. Writing such a poem right before you think you might die, expressing your final thoughts, is an ancient tradition in many parts of [[jesenreth_planet|Jesenreth]]. The poems in this collection range from the mournful to the humorous to the scatological.  
 
  
Some sample poems, translated by [[user:the-dungeon-master|Gary Wilkens]]:
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Some sample poems, translated by [[User:The-Dungeon-Master|Gary Wilkens]]:
  
== Unknown Warrior ==
 
No speeches! How can\\
 
a man die making speeches?\\
 
Just the grass, river,\\
 
mountain and tree. This is no\\
 
damn poem. Now I’m a rock.\\
 
  
== Tolin Lerm, Sailor of Ploi Drajit Navy ==
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<poem>
In forty-nine days\\
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No speeches! How can
I will return to this world.\\
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a man die making speeches?
See to it, dear wife,\\
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Just the grass, river,
that my shoes stay by the door\\
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mountain and tree. This is no
and our wedding bed stays cold.\\
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damn poem. Now I’m a rock.
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</poem>
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''-Unknown Warrior''
  
== Tresani, wife and warrior of Clym Dranea, General of Weshea ==
 
Clym we could have had\\
 
a house in the country\\
 
and books to fill its rooms.\\
 
I hold tight your broken hand,\\
 
wishing our dark blood away.\\
 
  
== Unknown Mercenary of Itrefaulk ==
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<poem>
Twenty years I’ve been\\
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In forty-nine days
a beaten dog in the rain.\\
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I will return to this world.
A dog with a sword.\\
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See to it, dear wife,
Burning rain drops ceaselessly\\
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that my shoes stay by the door
and puddles crowd with iris.\\
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and our wedding bed stays cold.
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</poem>
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''-Tolin Lerm, Sailor of Ploi Drajit Navy''
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<poem>
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Clym we could have had
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a house in the country
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and books to fill its rooms.
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I hold tight your broken hand,
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wishing our dark blood away.
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</poem>
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''-Tresani, wife and warrior of Clym Dranea, General of Weshea''
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<poem>
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Twenty years I’ve been
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a beaten dog in the rain.
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A dog with a sword.
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Burning rain drops ceaselessly
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and puddles crowd with iris.
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</poem>
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''-Unknown Mercenary of Itrefaulk''

Latest revision as of 16:07, 3 January 2020

An anthology of poems found on the bodies of slain warriors from many historical battles, compiled by the Lutrani scholar Glynren Fengeiros. Writing such a poem right before you think you might die, expressing your final thoughts, is an ancient tradition in many parts of Jesenreth. The poems in this collection range from the mournful to the humorous to the scatological.

Some sample poems, translated by Gary Wilkens:


No speeches! How can
a man die making speeches?
Just the grass, river,
mountain and tree. This is no
damn poem. Now I’m a rock.

-Unknown Warrior


In forty-nine days
I will return to this world.
See to it, dear wife,
that my shoes stay by the door
and our wedding bed stays cold.

-Tolin Lerm, Sailor of Ploi Drajit Navy


Clym we could have had
a house in the country
and books to fill its rooms.
I hold tight your broken hand,
wishing our dark blood away.

-Tresani, wife and warrior of Clym Dranea, General of Weshea


Twenty years I’ve been
a beaten dog in the rain.
A dog with a sword.
Burning rain drops ceaselessly
and puddles crowd with iris.

-Unknown Mercenary of Itrefaulk