Games Are Much More

Songs by Terramore on The Games and Osiris

Sung at the beginning of the Lopanic Games by Terramore Gleba, accompanied by Romeo Addison.

Introduced on the Grand Balcony by Empress Jesslyn, with the Pontiff U’Selekma standing next to her.

 

 

 

 

TOUCHED BY OSIRIS

Better-than Music! For I- who heard it-
I was used- to the Birds- before-
This- was different- ‘Twas Translation-
Of all tunes I knew- and more-

‘Twasn’t contained- like other stanza-
No one could play it- the second time-
But the Composer- perfect Lawgiver-
Lives Again- Let him Become!

So- Children- told how Brooks in Ma’at-
Bubbled a better- Melody-
Quaintly infer- Isis’ great surrender-
Urging the feet- that would- not- fly-

I was telling a tune- I heard-
Not such a strain- the Church- baptizes-
Not such a stanza splits the silence-
When the Redemption strikes his Bells-

Let me not spill- its smallest cadence-
Humming- for promise- when alone-
Humming- until my faint Rehearsal-
Drop into tune- around the Throne-



After the cheering stops, Terramore announces that he has a second song, one written by the legendary bard Rod Rambler. With that said, Rod Rambler, mythical member of the Defilers, appears on the balcony. He is dressed in finery befitting his status, and this is his first public appearance in a thousand years! He raises his hand for silence. “I no longer have a voice that is befitting to share this song with you, so I have asked that my pupil, Terramore, lend his voice to it, in his best imitation of my style.”

 

 

 

 


AT THE GAMES

The crowd at the games
is moved uniformly

by a spirit of usefulness
which delights them-

all the exciting detail
of the chase

and the escape, the error
the flash of genius

all to no end save beauty
the eternal-

So in detail, they, the crowd,
are beautiful

for this
to be waned against

saluted, and defied-
It is alive, venomous

it smiles grimly
its words cut-

The flashy female with her
mother, gets it-

The Faithful gets it straight- it
is deadly, terrifying-

It is the Inquisition, the
Revolution

It is beauty itself
that lives

day by day in them
idly-

This is
the power of their faces

It is summer, it is the power
the crowd is

cheering, the crowd is laughing
in detail

permanently, seriously
It is the Games.

May the Light ever Shine on You All!
Sung by Terramore Gleba at the Games.

Touched by Osiris edited (bastardized?) by the GM and stolen from the great Emily Dickinson.
At the Games edited (bastardized?) by the GM and stolen from William Carlos Williams.

Go read some poetry!!

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