More Guild Wars Poetry

A collection of those poems I’ve written for GW2 so far that I haven’t posted here in their own posts for whatever reason. While I could have saved these for filler during those days when my Muse is fickle, I’d rather just have no posts go out if I’m in a writing slump and share all my shiny, new goodies now! 🙂

Enjoy~


Humorous human diddy about a Norn who can’t keep his mead-

Snorlen of Weak Stomach

Oh there once was a Norn who could not take his mead
And what an embarrassing point to concede
In front of his peers who did judge him so
That his face was brighter than the fire’s glow
Oh-oh, Snorlen, Snorlen, ye poor, sad Norn!
Ye can manage, manage before the morn!
Just drink down the swill they have set before you
And learn not turn away from a drink or two
And then Snorlen, Snorlen, you happy Norn!
Upend your mug and go sleep til the morn!


A song for GW2 Halloween –

The Mad King Comes

Creeping, groaning – the Mad King Comes!
Weeping, moaning – should be the young!
What will you be doing on his day?
Best to keep yourself hidden away!
Lest you share his gruesome end –
He who now rises again.

The King of Kryta comes today –
Mad King Thorn that is to say!
He will see the children playing in the dark
Never noticing how pale, how stark
The moon hangs in the velvet sky.
He lingers and watches them so close by.


A song written for one of my friend’s characters. The story of how he (a Norn warrior) got his by-name (Irongut) –

The Tale of Bardan Irongut

I heard the tale of a Norn today
A man with a story to tell, today
And so tall I could hardly see his face
As he told his tale today

He spoke of a battle quite fierce today
Of a battle he’d fought and then walked away
With a broken sword’s shards in his wake that day
And a huge Jotun corpse on the ground displayed

They clashed and they fought and they pried away
The will that they each had to win the day
Sword rang against sword and neither did sway
As each strove to have their way

And so our Norn did battle brave-ly
Against the Jotun, so unsave-ry
With bellows and curses ‘twould shame a lad-y
He gave not a thought to his safe-ty

Oh I heard the tale of a Norn today
A tale worth retelling I say today
Now see the respect that’s upon my face
As I tell you the tale today

The Jotun swung his mighty blade
Against the Norn whom he did hate
With malice in his heart so plain
That even a hero might fall that day

And they clashed and they fought and they pried away
At each other until they had naught to say
Sword rang against sword and neither did sway
As each strove to have their way

And Bardan, so tired and worn, did make
What should have been a fatal mistake
His abdomen bared as he missed the flank
Of the Jotun’s ugly hide that day

But still our Norn had battled brave-ly
Against the Jotun, so unsave-ry
With bellows and curses ‘twould shame a lad-y
He gave not a thought to his safe-ty

Oh I heard the tale of a Norn today
A tale worth retelling I say today
Now see the bewilderment on my face
As I finish the tale today

The Jotun took the chance Bardan gave
Meaning to gift him an early grave
When he stabbed at the Norn with his mighty blade
But the gleam in his eyes soon did fade

For there the blade did shatter and break
On Bardan’s naked flesh that day
And Irongut was he soon named
When the Jotun’s head he did take!


Last, but not least, a song about magic in a world ripe with it from a person who doesn’t wield it –

The Touch of Magic

When I was a lass, young and wild
The whole world remained to be seen
And now that I’m grown, calm and mild
I’ll share with you one thing I’ve managed to glean

Like a finger running over silk
Magic’s presence in life is felt
And we are all of caster’s ilk
If you look to the cards we’ve been dealt

Is there a warrior in your line
Who works to save the pure and kind
And carries with them a sword and shield
That’s impotent beside the magic they wield?

Or perhaps you trace your lineage
From someone a little more forceful
Perhaps from an Elementalist
Who has a hand on the tide’s pull.

Magic touches us all in this wide world –
Even those it can’t flow through –
So I’ve seen it slither and I’ve seen it whirl
And I wonder.. Haven’t you?

For Necromancers, Rangers, and Mesmers with masks –
Each wields it as quickly as the next!
And what do they do but the common folks’ tasks?
Whether safeguarding fields or sifting through text!

Oh when I was a lass, young and wild
The whole world remained to be seen
And now that I’m grown, calm and mild
I share at least one thing I’ve managed to glean

Magic touches everything beneath the skies of Tyria
It doesn’t matter what we believe, we races of Tyria
For we are united in this one thing, we races of Tyria
All of our magic’s the same you see, from all corners of Tyria



Let’s just assume (for simplicity’s sake) that most any proper noun mentioned up there (and some nouns that aren’t proper) is (are) someone else’s concept (be that ANet or my friend who plays Bardan Irongut) and not my own… What is mine is the arrangement of words, and that I have put together to share with others, so please, enjoy. 🙂

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