Finding Light

This one is a short song written by my newest character, who is not a bard. Shock, right? That not all songs have to be written by bards? xD Anyway. She’s an Assarai (Lizardfolk) in the Ptolus setting (one of my favorites). She’s a Lothianite Paladin who meets with a good deal of surprise because of her race. She found her faith while she was a slave, and this song is how she answers the question about when she found it. Enjoy~


Finding Light

Despair of the heart
Reached out in the dark
My fate taken from my hands

And yet light was found
While slavery bound
Me to another’s demands…

Dreams slowly grew
The more that I knew
A teacher kept whispering words

The Daykeeper roams
Through so many homes
Could he offer flight to the birds?

And if so, then me?
Could he help me see
Where joy lingered within my life?

Perhaps he could,
Perhaps he would…
Guide me away from my strife…

Sir Hoots

Hee. For my buddy’s familiar, the one-eyed Owl, Sir Hoots. Enjoy!


Sir Hoots

We march on down the road so long
And in the air there floats a song
That marks the passing of our boots
The hooting of wily Sir Hoots!

Sir Hoots, Sir Hoots,
Wily old Sir Hoots

He watches us from high above
Can’t ask him what he’s thinking of
Keen as a knife, that eye of his
He passes us with not a whiz!

Sir Hoots, Sir Hoots,
Quiet old Sir Hoots

His beak is strong, his talons sharp
His song much shriller than the harp
Which he can tell if out of tune
In daylight or beneath the moon

Sir Hoots, Sir Hoots,
Clever old Sir Hoots

Just a bird, my friends you’ll see
And yet he’s proven brave to be
Near maw and blade and hammer’s strike
Too swift for either bow or pike

Sir Hoots, Sir Hoots,
Nimble old Sir Hoots

My friend, the owl flying high
We take heed of his warning cry
Then welcome him to roost with us
And share in all that we discuss

Sir Hoots, Sir Hoots,
Dearest old Sir Hoots


I’m pretty sure nothing in here requires a disclaimer.  Yay for that. Sir Hoots is the owl familiar of Leo, our resident cleric-wizard in my Return to the Temple of Elemental Evil campaign.

The Amber Altar’s Eye

SPOILERS will VERY LIKELY be included in these songs so please be aware of that if you happen to be playing a Return to the Temple of Elemental Evil* campaign and desire to leave anything within it a surprise to you. Enjoy~


The Amber Altar’s Eye


Within the basement walls we found a passage of rough stone
Carved by those under the ground with fate so darkly sewn

The air was chill, the air was foul, our hair all stood on end
And down our spines a cold wind crept our courage to run thin

The passage met a larger room with only two things there
An altar blacker than a tomb and one lone pillar fair

My skin did crawl, my hands did shake, and for my part I hid
When my companions searched the room to see what lie within

We found a way to reach beyond the stony altar’s mask
And soon enough it did respond, in horror did we bask

Its arm was black, its arm was lithe, its arm could curl and writhe
A tentacle did wind around one of my friends’ sides!

“A wish,” it said, “for sacrifice; anything you dream!”
But we would not for such a price bid for anything..

Its voice was dread, its eye was dead, its grip grew tighter still
But Leo’s words my heart answered with such a mighty thrill

His prayers aloud soon Temper joined and brilliantly light shone
The power from their gods conjoined would leave us not alone

The altar flashed, the altar shook, the eye it spawned fell closed
The vine-like arm did disappear, the evil now deposed

They came to me with smiles still despite all we had seen
‘Twas no surprise for through sheer will we’d weathered everything


Disclaimer: *The Return to the Temple of Elemental Evil campaign path and all associated material is the intellectual property of Wizards of the Coast. All of Neela’s companions (read about them at the bottom of this post) are the intellectual property of my comrades at the gaming table.

The Door and the Dance of Shadow

SPOILERS will VERY LIKELY be included in these songs so please be aware of that if you happen to be playing a Return to the Temple of Elemental Evil* campaign and desire to leave anything within it a surprise to you. Enjoy~


This one is easier to sing, I think, than The Dragon’s Moat. Of course, I also pruned out like… 6 of 18 stanzas, cutting it’s length by a third. That could have something to do with it. Anyways, I hope you enjoy~


The Door and the Dance of Shadow

The moathouse built of aged stone
Some secrets yet did hold
And soon we found a way below
With neither moss nor mold

Behind false wall a priestess stood
Her hair was fiery red
And shaded by her crimson hood
Her eyes as cold as lead

She challenged with authority
And I a lie did tell
But she and her priority
Did not rest with us well

T’was Grunt who first did rush inside
To see Varis and Temper break down a door
Oji and Leo came with quick stride
From the passage they’d gone to explore

Three pups and one beautiful wench we fought
And spells lit the air like free candles
Never a’one of us fled from the spot
Lest we open a gap for the vandals!

When they dispersed she answered our questions
And what all we learned from her
Beyond the last door in the room, her confessions
Dancing, dread skeletons were!

Grunt knocked her out and moved to the door
Ripped right through its iron hinges!
Inside the room we’d not seen before
A sight from which any man cringes

Bones stirred and floated through open air
Skeletal frames to build
And living souls here must beware
Lest the room be entirely filled

The door he’d ripped free, Grunt now threw
And the skull of the lead corpse fell
It rolled ‘cross the floor past the skeletal crew
And stared with the gaze of hell

By our magic’s light we could see the shade
That once was the form of a man
Grunt tore free a cloak in which bones long laid
And held it in one strong hand

He danced the dance of the shadow then
Eternally trapped by its fate
He shared the pain of what had been
And tore the poor spirit’s bait

The haunted shade turned to us all
It stood before Grunt toe-to-toe
With hands on his shoulders, lean and tall
It gave thanks, and we all watched it go…


Disclaimer: *The Return to the Temple of Elemental Evil campaign path and all associated material is the intellectual property of Wizards of the Coast. All of Neela’s companions (read about them at the bottom of this post) are the intellectual property of my comrades at the gaming table.


The Mimic

The Mimic

Hidden in plain sight
A fiend you have not known
Waiting to give you a fright
And ‘keep’ you for its own

That keg, that chair,
The table over there…
Those logs, this curtain,
You never know for certain

Where the mimic lies
Due to its disguise
Given a chance
With a quick advance
It takes you by surprise!

And what does it do then you ask?
You’ll wish you had just one more flask
To keep you company
For he devours all he sees!

That door! That rug!
It hides in place so sly and snug,
And there the beast is lurking!
Smiling, no, smirking!

For there the mimic lies,
Hidden now by its disguise!
Just waiting for happenstance
To grant it the perfect chance
To take you by surprise!

Most commonly? A chest!
To draw in the greedy guest!
Altar, trunk, or safe could be
The perfect place to wait and see!

He knows, he knows,
The clever form he chose
Draws prey to him with not thought
And after that… They’ll be forgot!

For where the mimic lies
Without its disguise
It’s not waiting for a chance
No longer seeking to advance
As it enjoys its prize…

So my friends let it be said,
A careless mind could wind up dead
Roaming with no plan or gimmick
Especially if they meet… a mimic!


Long have I loved the concept of the mimic. I remember playing video games and encountering chests that were traps or monsters, and when I learned of the mimic in Dungeons & Dragons I was smitten. Now the party my little bard belongs to has encountered two mimics and of course, I had to write some lines for them. Originally they were supposed to be the lines that concluded my last poem, Keys in the Water, but… I couldn’t resist writing a whole song for the beasties instead! Hope you enjoyed it!