I will update this post when a new Ode has been added.
First off, Mod Crow
Dear Reader, and listener too
I ask, please see this tale.
Have a seat, with elves and orcs
And share a dwarven ale.
The story begins, in times of Old
When J-Mods walked this land
But time has damaged, old Gielinor
A realm, so noble, so Grand.
But, my friend, I warn you here
This tale, best for a few
Many cry, a few have killed
But what will be of you
A goblin sat, below a tree
As Mod Crow sat above
The evil bird, as evil was
But elegant as a dove
Perched so high, above this world
Malignus and dark, yet divine
He watched us all, from his tree
Drinking cups, of dark, red wine
Some questioned him, oh dear
"Now who is he to say,
What we shall do, and not"
For that, he burned their hay
Few questioned him, for millennia
Until, old Traveler Zach
Came wandering through the crow's woods
And never, ever came back.
Now Zach was wise, and strong, indeed
But shining, Oh, so bright
The crow with instant detest of the man,
Challenged him to a fight
"These are my woods, here"
The old bird did say, to him
"Your brightness is not welcome,
in a place I keep so dim"
"I travel here, in search of knowledge"
the traveller quickly replied
"But if you challenge me today,
Know a God is on my ****"
'Can it be so', the old crow thought,
But pondered just too long
As a Sabre appeard, with Guthix in tow
And Saradomin singing a song
"My brothers, please, I beg of you"
The wing-ed beast did cry
"I sentence thee, old bird of doom"
And at Sabre's hand, he died
Now worry not, dearest friend
For respawning, today, t'was on
But Crow came back, as a mortal man
With scarse clothes, he could don
His reign had ended, upon his perch
Years of misery and fear, no more
Yet the tale of Crow, and his evil tree
Are part of Gielinor
First off, Mod Crow
Dear Reader, and listener too
I ask, please see this tale.
Have a seat, with elves and orcs
And share a dwarven ale.
The story begins, in times of Old
When J-Mods walked this land
But time has damaged, old Gielinor
A realm, so noble, so Grand.
But, my friend, I warn you here
This tale, best for a few
Many cry, a few have killed
But what will be of you
A goblin sat, below a tree
As Mod Crow sat above
The evil bird, as evil was
But elegant as a dove
Perched so high, above this world
Malignus and dark, yet divine
He watched us all, from his tree
Drinking cups, of dark, red wine
Some questioned him, oh dear
"Now who is he to say,
What we shall do, and not"
For that, he burned their hay
Few questioned him, for millennia
Until, old Traveler Zach
Came wandering through the crow's woods
And never, ever came back.
Now Zach was wise, and strong, indeed
But shining, Oh, so bright
The crow with instant detest of the man,
Challenged him to a fight
"These are my woods, here"
The old bird did say, to him
"Your brightness is not welcome,
in a place I keep so dim"
"I travel here, in search of knowledge"
the traveller quickly replied
"But if you challenge me today,
Know a God is on my ****"
'Can it be so', the old crow thought,
But pondered just too long
As a Sabre appeard, with Guthix in tow
And Saradomin singing a song
"My brothers, please, I beg of you"
The wing-ed beast did cry
"I sentence thee, old bird of doom"
And at Sabre's hand, he died
Now worry not, dearest friend
For respawning, today, t'was on
But Crow came back, as a mortal man
With scarse clothes, he could don
His reign had ended, upon his perch
Years of misery and fear, no more
Yet the tale of Crow, and his evil tree
Are part of Gielinor
04-Feb-2013 14:10:02
