Song/Poem Contest

[MatthiasMan]

  Why does everyone love LOTR? I mean I do but geez.

Never ending snow,
Watch the wind blow,
A snowball fight breaks out,
And I get caught one in the face,
Pick snow up,
Shape it to a cup,
I stand up tall and look,
A barrage come straight after me.

I run out the front door with smiles in my head,
Till a snowball attack makes my nose turn red,
I fall over and laugh at the summer and spring,
We don't need to smile to really see,
What's January without  snow to bring?

This song isn't finished.

[White One6193]

  You just made me fall in love with that series again.  Thank you.

You're most welcome, Rainshadow. There shall be more, I promise!

[Rusvul]

song/poem contest, eh? well then, i present BORDERSTONE of my own composition. i think it is somewhere else on the forums too, but oh well.

strangers, do not pass this way.
all who do are doomed to stay.
strangers, do not pass this way,
or this will be your final day.

do not cross the borderstone,
if you wish to sit in throne,
royal cowards send their best,
leaving guarding to the rest.

ambush in the dead of night,
scale the wall of mighty height,
arrows flaming, knives so bright.
all at the ready for the coming fight.

swords and shields and shining helms.
all in haste but still too late.
ambush in the heart of town,
palace of the royal crown......

strangers, do not pass this way.
all who do are doomed to stay.
strangers, do not pass this way,
or this will be your final day.

howzat for a song?

[White One6193]

song/poem contest, eh? well then, i present BORDERSTONE of my own composition. i think it is somewhere else on the forums too, but oh well.

strangers, do not pass this way.
all who do are doomed to stay.
strangers, do not pass this way,
or this will be your final day.

do not cross the borderstone,
if you wish to sit in throne,
royal cowards send their best,
leaving guarding to the rest.

ambush in the dead of night,
scale the wall of mighty height,
arrows flaming, knives so bright.
all at the ready for the coming fight.

swords and shields and shining helms.
all in haste but still too late.
ambush in the heart of town,
palace of the royal crown......

strangers, do not pass this way.
all who do are doomed to stay.
strangers, do not pass this way,
or this will be your final day.

howzat for a song?

Oh, bang-up job, mate! Smashing! Are you sure you aren't a Viking? That was fantastic!

[Tiria Wildlough]

I've written quite a few short poems. Here's one of them:

Rain

It comes down,
Splashing on the ground.
Dampening the earth.
Making a sound
That lulls me off to sleep.
While outside,
The trees weep.

[Redwallfan7]

I've written quite a few short poems. Here's one of them:

Rain

It comes down,
Splashing on the ground.
Dampening the earth.
Making a sound
That lulls me off to sleep.
While outside,
The trees weep.

That's really good.

[Tiria Wildlough]

Thanks.

[Rusvul]

yeah, i'm sure i'm not a viking, why? i dont understand a single word of that song XD. its better when you know the tune, but sadly i do not know how to post an audio on here. or anywhere, for that matter.

[Rainshadow]

  When You Dream

 When you lie in bed tonight,
 Do not start to cry.
 Although you may miss me,
 I am still close by.

 Because when you dream,
 I will be there for you.
 When you dream,
 I won't be far away.

 And when you dream,
 You won't have to miss me.
 When you dream,
 I'll be there to stay.

 Wow, I nearly made myself cry from this song.  Possibly it's the Inception music in the background.  I made this song because, although I wasn't very close with my grandpa, (we lived far apart from each other) I still really miss him.  He died in 2010.  This song is dedicated to my grandfather.

[W0NWILL]

Left

Hup, bubby hup, bubby hup, hup, hup!
Put your left down, then your left again!
Left, left, left, ne'er right!
Your right ain't in pain?
Left, left, left, ne'er right!
That's cause yer right ain't existing!
Left, left, left, ne'er right!
Hurry up or I'll sprout a wing!

Hup, bubby hup, bubby hup, hup hup!
You're driving the sergeant mad!
Left, left, left, ne'er right!
Listen to him!
Left, left, left, ne'er right!
'In a march yer right don't exist, ole lad!'
Left, left, left, ne'er right!
Hurry, 'fore he makes yer lights go dim!
Hup, bubby hup, bubby hup, hup, hup!

[W0NWILL]

Martin's poem, spoilers for Martin the Warrior:

His life was started on shores,
Up in the north,
That land of wars.
As a warrior he came forth!
Sayna was his mothers name,
Died by Daskar!
Luke would never be tame,
Till Daskar he mar!

When he was with his grandmother,
He was taken by the Tyrant!
He met those who could be brothers,
And became an aspirant.

Strung up to die,
Martin, son of Luke!
From the shore, Rose espy,
Martin, Badrang rebuke.
Grumm and Rose, with eagle cry,
And stones from ladle,
Save Martin from the seabirds from high,
For they surely would be fatal.

In the pit he met,
Felldoh so brave,
Brome, who was young yet.
They were all enslaved.
Grumm the digger,
Heads to the pit,
Or so he figure.
Scraping out the grit.
Martin's foot went through the wall,
Onto the head of Grumm.
Out the pit they crawl,
They met Rose, Noonvale from.

The vermin had holed the boats,
Grumm sat over the hole,
All hoping they could float.
Their lives where almost stole!
The fish came, bigger than life,
Rose, Martin, and Grumm,
Felldoh and Brome, all strife.
None to the sea succumb.

They met a hedgehog,
Pallum was his name,
Hampered by the log,
Wanting the Squidjees to maim.
They went down to the beach,
Dinjer, by a gannet was taken,
With a net, the nest Martin reach,
The queen was awakened.
They were released,
Martin had a blade,
They trekked opposite of east,
He never stopped loving the maid.

They found the Mirdop,
Who Rose had slain,
When they stopped,
Given scones, in fain.
Polleken saw their fate,
And sent them on their way,
She knew Martin would be great!
And hoped that they would obey.

Captured by reptiles
Saved by that heron,
Those snakes were exiled.
They rid themselves of the place so barren.

Those squirrels so savage,
Stood in their way.
Until Martin their chieftain ravaged.
But now the squirrels wanted to play!
Chased by the squirrels,
They climbed to the cave.
To Boldred they referral,
By Boldred they were saved.
Heading down the mountain,
They found a hog,
Who had cherry drinks by the thousand.
In the nights fog,
They were carried by otters,
To the Waterlily so fair,
They traveled by waters,
To Noonvale so rare.

Those were happy days,
By Martin was uneasy,
For Badrang still blaze,
But took leisure, in Noonvale breezy.

Martin and Rose,
Pallum and Grumm,
From Noonvale they goes,
To where they come.
Accompanied by Noonvalers true,
Brave and stout of heart,
But many too few.
To where they had first depart.
Boldred flew,
Headed for friends,
Their little party grew,
Tens of tens!
'Till they came,
Twas almost too late,
Their warcry's they exclaim!
To find their friend, Felldoh so great,
Had died, while laughing,
Watched by Brome,
The stoat staffing,
It was almost time to go home.

Martin led them,
So young and brave,
Badrang condemn,
By Rose, he couldn't save.
He killed Badrang,
At a terrible price,
The stoat at Rose sprang,
He killed Rose, Martin then slice,
His enemy, that stoat,
He laid next to Rose,
'We could've chopped down the tree' he note.
Rose died, them so close.
Later that fall,
Martin head southerly,
Rose he recall,
He trekks stubbornly.

This isn't the end of his story,
He hasn't found Redwall yet,
He has all his glory,
But always in his heart, a Rose is set.
I could go on,
I will go on,
But now is time to compose another.

[Rusvul]

wow that is incredibly long.....

[W0NWILL]

 Be glad I didn't add Mossflower.

[Rainshadow]

  Do you think you could update the poll?  Some of the latest songs and poems aren't on there.

[W0NWILL]

? Check! 

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