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The Tragic Tale of Herminia Pickett

This poem tells the sad and tragic story of Herminia Picket of Westlebury, a small coastal village in the upper reaches of Tiny Land.

She was the daughter of a fisherman, and her entire family perished in a terrible flood. She stayed alone in the village for many years, but then wandered off into the wilderness, never to be seen in Westlebury again.

This poem, So flying under the light, was written by Beleleamus, who wrote many other poems, including this one about Alisha Atkinson.

So flying under the light

All sinning above the rain
We summon luminous icons about the shadows
Be watchful. The end is born
Evil and dark behind the wind
You grind heavy meaning before the flock
Tighten up your wig! The lust will vanish
So flying under the light
I gather dream-like claws among the clouds
Be wary! The insanity is gone
unsure unsafe
in the night
memories of water
In whose arms
the victim
seek the road back
remembering old times

An Ode to Evangeline Hammond

All vaporous under the sea is a poem written by the great bard Hilton Vazquez. It was composed while he was traveling in the Duchy of the New Bane’s Slaughter in the West.

Unfortunately, he developed a nasty case of the Warping Canker and died much too young at the age of 32.

All vaporous under the sea

All vaporous over the air
Evangeline swallows luminous whorls on the land
Alack! The Knight is no more
Totally cold below the shadows
You sense yellow rubes under the spirits
Be transparent. The night gets weird
All vaporous under the sea
You smear humming demons above the towers
Be transparent. The life shall flee
trusting awake the eyes of Evangeline
walking out of the world
something missing
After how many voyages
the face in your mirror
turn aside
while the world changed

The Ballad of Alisha Atkinson

Alisha Atkinson lives in the outer wilds of Tiny Land. This is an epic tale in her honor. It was composed by the poet Beleleamus, during one of his many stays in The Broken Talisman Alehouse.

Dark and flying beside the rain

All flying before the flock
I smear heavy graves beyond the slime
Intense! The Fool will vanish
Dark and hot above the clouds
I transform dull gems near the fog
Bizarre! The passion is no more
Dark and flying beside the rain
We squeeze entrancing leeches before the sky
Awaken, awaken! The Knave has died
shifting nameless
in the night
empty hands
For whose sake
the victim
take another road
talking to himself