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Velgarth

Valdemar

Well eventually this page will be all about Velgarth...It'll include Valdemar, Tayledras Vales, Shin'a'in Clans, Karse...and well...you get the picture...each culture will get it's own page...although I think the Shin'a'in and the Tayledras will be one in the same....as they originally were....give me some time...I'm still writing up the dictionary and what not....but there's a few things on here you can read and check out...and also check out Dancer of the Shadows which includes more on the topid of Misty's stories...

I can't remember the title to this piece...but I'll let you know when I remember

A parody about Vanyel and Tylendel from Magics Pawn by Mercedes Lackey.

They wont let me sing you love songs.
Do you mind, not hearing love songs?
While we both keep hearing of songs
Full of men and womens bliss.

No gold ring can band our fingers,
And our touch must never linger.
Shadowdancer and Sunsinger
Never had to go through this.

They wont let us show affection
Save behind my aunts protection.
For our lives must pass inspection,
And our love must find no voice. 

We must realize its forbidden,
Something shameful to be hidden.
But it comes to us unbidden,
Never preference, never choice.

I could feel a life bond forming,
To a heart that needed warming,
While the world outside was storming,
But it cannot touch us here.

Such a bond cannot be broken,
But the passion its awoken
Must be unseen and unspoken
If a stranger chances near.

They tried to have me trained for battle,
And for long days in the saddle,
As if somehow they think thatll
Make me what they want instead.

Could I stop my heart from beating,
Give up breathing, swear off eating?
Love means open joyful greeting,
Not just what you do in bed.

Loyal friend, despised and taunted,
You are all I've ever wanted.
But my dreams of you are haunted
By the need to play the game.

If our lives were someday famous,
And the bardic ballads claim us,
Would they think our love would shame us?
Would they dare to sing its name?