04-17-2013, 08:31 PM
Thread for #103, Second Cycle of Steel players to comment on.
Game #103
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04-17-2013, 08:38 PM
Oh, yes, I am wise
But it's wisdom born of pain Yes, I've paid the price But look how much I gained If I have to I can face anything I am strong (strong) I am invincible (invincible) I am Warlock!
04-17-2013, 09:36 PM
Bring down thunder to the land
Wrap the lightning in my hand Muster angry eager madmen at my back Have us revel in the din As the foeman rushes in Joyous slaughter! Laughing havoc! Glad attack! Help me sever limb from life Feed my swordarm, send me strife As I pay in full my death-demanding debt And when friend and foe lie slain And I've worked my brother's bane Though I don't deserve it, Gods! Let me forget! The kingdom of the Giants is open for business. Pleas for mercy can be sent to waltonsca@yahoo.com. (04-17-2013, 09:36 PM)Wulfgar Wrote: Bring down thunder to the land Woe to the non-poets. Point to Wulfgar. Awesome!
To the town of Agua Fria rode a stranger one fine day
Hardly spoke to folks around him, didn't have too much to say, No one dared to ask his business, no one dared to make a slip The stranger there among them had a big iron on his hip. (Big iron on his hip) It was early in the morning when he rode into the town He came riding from the south side, slowly lookin' all around "He's an outlaw loose and runnin'", came a whisper from each lip, "and he's here to do some business with the big iron on his hip." (Big iron on his hip) In this town there lived an outlaw by the name of Torvale Red Many men had tried to take him and that many men were dead He was vicious and a killer, though a youth of twenty-four And the notches on his sword hilt numbered one and nineteen more. (One and nineteen more) Now the stranger started talkin' made it plain to folks around. Was a Synisvania Ranger, wouldn't be too long in town He was here to take an outlaw back alive or maybe dead And he said it didn't matter that he was after Torvale Red. (After Torvale Red) Wasn't long before this story was relayed to Torvale Red But the outlaw didn't worry, men who tried before were dead Twenty men had tried to take him, twenty men had made a slip, Twenty-one would be the Ranger with the big iron on his hip. (Big iron on his hip) Now the morning passed so quickly and it was time for them to meet It was twenty past eleven when they rode out in the street Folks were watchin' from their windows, Everybody held their breath, They knew this handsome Ranger was about to meet his death. (About to meet his death) There was seven feet between them When they stopped to make their play And the swiftness of the Ranger is still talked about today Torvale Red had not cleared leather when a sword edge fairly ripped. And the Ranger's aim was deadly, with the big iron on his hip. (Big iron on his hip) It was over in a moment and the crowd all gathered 'round There before them lay the body of the outlaw on the ground Oh, he might have went on livin' but he made one fatal slip When he tried to match the Ranger with the big iron on his hip. (Big iron on his hip) (Big iron, big iron) Oh he tried to match the Ranger with the big iron on his hip. (Big iron on his hip) -posted with deepest apologies to the late, great Marty Robbins. Jumbie, Ranger #103. jumbie40 at hot mail.
Thanks for crediting the deserved. And I credit you - well done indeed!
04-18-2013, 12:09 AM
Oh. So maybe not so much, then. You were ten. That probably made me 14. So I should have recognized the "song". But I don't.
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