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Torungo's Song by Rurich Ladies and gentlemen If you'd be so kind To lend me your ears And entertainment you'll find For I have a tale That I shall now tell So sit back and relax As I weave my wordy spell The tale of my race After our migration On the shores of Korresh Began our transformation: Clad in armor Together they stand With war in hearts And weapons in hand All of a sudden From amongst the crowd Stepped one of their own Standing tall and proud With fur of white And ebony horn He began his outcry To a race that was torn Today we stand On the shore of a land Whose prospects are many Whose kingdoms are grand But we must change 'Fore our race meet our doom Like the home that we fled When our destruction did loom With this his head fell As he solemnly said "Today we go forth Our weapons shed "No longer for war Shall our race exist If our families are valued And our race persist "For beyond these shores Linger armies of strength Whose numbers are many Who've been trained at great length "Though our people are strong Our strength is no match We will be cut down 'Till our last they did catch" With this final thought The Ancestor did turn To regard his brethren Whose blood did burn Never before Had they bowed their head Acknowledging defeat Before a drop be bled "No!" came a cry From the rear of the pack The ominous silence Beginning to crack "Never!" one yelled Taking a step from the rest Raising a huge ax And pounding his chest More there did join This mongerer of war As the lines were drawn A foreboding of gore With one final plea The white one did beg His comrades be still At this journey's last leg With a tear in his eye He saw it was futile To fight with this bunch Though the battle be brutal He knew what would happen But couldn't make them all see As a result of their stubbornness A disaster would be And the flood he held back Could not be contained The yelling commenced The silence once again maimed "You are a coward!" Bellowed those all around As war chants did ring Hooves tearing at the ground As allegiances did form And the unified did split The peace was shattered With a single throat slit It hadn't seemed real But was now too late The battle would be bloody The losses would be great As the battle commenced And savagery ensued With the bestial talents In which each was imbued Bodies fell hard Bloody fur piling higher As the warriors fought With their usual fire But as the ranks thinned And their numbers did dwindle Their fiery rage passed And a new thought did kindle This is all that is left now All that survive Less than half now the number Of those that did arrive Fury turned to anger Anger to frustration Frustration turned to sadness Sadness to contemplation How had this happened? They were killing their own This atrocity nearly worse Than that from which they'd flown The war cries died down Weapons dropped from each grip As the minotaurs' will to fight Began to slip This is not what they wanted They'd been driven mad by the war They'd been entranced in the moment Been seduced to the core No longer would they be slaves To the bloody affair Taking lives without worry Without thought, without care Moving slowly they amassed What was divided became one They stood eerily quiet The mourning had begun From amongst them did step The one from before His face was stern But his eyes did pour For the grief that he felt Was more than all the others Since he hadn't convinced them To embrace each other as brothers But now they would follow They'd do what they were told They'd seen the effects Of being too bold "No weapon shall we bare" Pronounced The Ancestor aloud Fur matted with blood From the once warring crowd Today we go forth Into the lands that abound No war shall we bring Rather talents that astound For upon us shall be granted The gift to make songs So we may pass on our tragedy To educate the throngs We were once strong and proud And now we must witness Our own fallibility In our pursuit only of fitness We must think before acting We must keep on the move We must find our places Then sink into the grooves No longer can we stand proud The Ancestor bleated And for what remained of his brethren He quietly repeated No longer for war Shall our race exist If our families are valued And our culture persist With that ladies and gents I do end my tale I've gone too long already My throat's growing frail But I do hope you've enjoyed My sorrowful relation Of events long past That provided my inclination Songs are part of my culture Not war as some believe So if nothing else comes of this story Please, at least retrieve Fighting is not worth the pain It's not worth the loss You lose your control Your reason you do toss We are all intelligent We are all capable of talking But until the fighting stops I'll continue my walking For my quest shant be over 'Till all have heard The stories they need most Ethics gifted through word I don't mean to preach But all must know War DESTROYED our people But from it we still grow We all make mistakes But from them we must learn If a bad to a good We hope it to turn Once again thank you all For listening to my tale Now enjoy you jovial times And drink down your ale! |
