LITERARY WERKS OF MUSKET

The bugle boy stands on a boulder blowing his trumpet
awakening the armies of Rivendell.

The crisp, loud sound rings through their tents
to alert the armies of Rivendell.

Soldiers, archers, all of the same flag,
awaken to serve their Rivendell,

A lad of Bree, hair sandy and clothes ragged,
offers his skill to Rivendell.

The soldiers, today, prepare their weapons
to fight another battle for Rivendell.

A town they hold, a town they defend
under the banner of Rivendell.

No sword does the boy hold, no bow does he aim
to serve the generals of Rivendell;

His horn is his weapon and his voice is his might
to strengthen the armies of Rivendell....

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The bugle boy stands atop a chariot
Encouraging the armies of Rivendell.

The fighting is bloody and no lines are certain
as Angmar's wraiths battle the armies of Rivendell.

The spearmens thirst is unquenched
during the bloody fighting in Rivendell,

But the trumpet's shrill sound quickens the beat
of the hearts of the knights of Rivendell.

Suddenly, their captain falls; a blade pierce his heart,
a brave leader of Rivendell,

His body slumps over their lines,
terrorizing the spearmen of Rivendell.

Angmar shatters their lines
oh once unbreakable lines of Rivendell,

And shatters the officer's spirits
once unstoppable officers of Rivendell.

Suddenly the boy charges forward;
the lad of Bree of Rivendell,

And takes the captain's gladius,
a weapon true to Rivendell.

With a yell he raises it high,
into the blue skies of Rivendell,

And rallys the troops to charge for glory
A charge for the king of Rivendell.

Thirty men remain
remain to die for Rivendell

As a boy leads a helpless charge
To go down in the hsitory of Rivendell.

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A general rides over the remains
of a once-great town in Rivendell,

On his steed he views the scarred,
scarred remains of his Rivendell;

Its hooves crush the crys of men
Who gladly died for Rivendell.

Dead in the dirt, the boy there lays
Who bravely died for Rivendell;

An arrow of Angmar pierces his heart
To end his service to Rivendell.

"He died a hero for this land,"
declared the king of Rivendell,

"He died a hero's death."

Three words
On the lips of every adventurer:
Warrior, Mage, or Archer..

Characterize their journey
Their goals, their paths
Their quest through whatever
Magiks-ridden globe they trot..

Their task may begin
On a beach or a cliff,
In a valley or forest,
In the sky or in hell.

Of some dumbfounded amazement
do they utter the terms
Signalling the beginning of some forgotten story

Three words
On the lips of every adventurer
Atleast one time in their life
They utter..

"Where am I?"

CAPS IS COOL
CAPS WILL RULE
FOREVER AND EVER
LOWERCASE DROOL
AT THE POWER OF
CAPS

caps is lame
puts internets to shame
in one too many games
does caps reside
lowercase is a cool ride
musket's creativity died