Library:Hearts of New Britannia

Hearts of Britannia is a book of poetry.

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by DarthAussie
 * I gazed upon m'lady once at a local fare Your beauty and knowledge had led me to stare Twas said that your name was Dame, but to beware For every man that has tried to suit you is left in despair But I heed not that warning, for when you think of the harshest lands; I've been there I give my word and every wealth to you my maiden as no one is more fair I would forsake all Britannic Virtues; the sacred scriptures I would tear To the farthest reaches and forgotten land any treasure is for you to wear All I ask of you, my love, is our hand in hand, a pair And the honor of bathing in the essence of your air

Madness of Love
by Amaranthus
 * Like morning mist Your foot, it kissed A rug that loved it not How close, but far Above you are Oh, how I am distraught That ankle dear The heel it bears Those playful, peachy toes I want to reach And love them each To lull my longing throes  No, please don't go, Sir Dom, my woe I cannot wait 'til night And lie forlorn On wicked stone Until new dreams take flight  Yet finally, Again I see Your grace, I almost moan But Dom, I keel This can't be real! Your feet are not alone!  You crook, you cheat, You charlatan! You're making a mistake! She has to go, I'll make it so That wench is but a fake!  I'm not obsessed It's to the best Cause I'm the one to wed So change your will I'll watch you still From underneath your bed

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by Amber Raine
 * Your chaos blankets me with a new calm Twisted vortexes of once was lay in your constrictive palm Broken glass of empty halls Garbled passages of passion my thought stalls Lingered mantras too dark to taste Filtered irony too young to waste Severed minds to be spread upon your lips Darkness unused to loves hungering kiss  Left has now become the new right Hearts collide to flight or fight My blood stained tears to a man who stands Undeterred on his last remaining hand  Decomposed memories of empty castle walls Until you return to rekindle these shadowed halls Drive me deeper to darkness of the day Your understanding compassionate hand brushing sanity away  Don't strand me here in this unforgiving light To chaotic darkness we must remain our flight Descend we be to restful eternity For you are the only with the power to set me free.

May My Heart Be Your Canvas
by Amber Raine
 * Can you see our forever; lingering passionately in my eyes? Hear flames of burning embers; in the voices of angels cries? Do you dream of endless dances; in the sheets of blank white pages? Stare out the midnight window; taste crimson vintage throughout the ages? Do you dance for endless love; in the depths of the abyss? Eternally crave what you cannot find; True loves pure dark chaotic kiss? If I told you that I loved you; for the colours you have shown me. Would you flee in unhinged terror? or would your rainbow canvas continue to shower thee? I can hold the paints of your heart; in a moonglow's forever if you choose. But by the graces of the eight; only you know all you could lose.  So I ask but with a single thought; where all fleets like grains of sand. Can you see our portrait of love as one; Or have the colours turned murky as they ran? I shall hold my breath forever; as you whisper my fate to me. Shall my colours to black and white be lost; Or with your brush a stroke eternally set me free?

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by Malchor the Second
 * Yesternight I dreamed three dreams – Thrice, I trod fast-frozen plains Beneath a grey and angry sky Through windy storms and icy rains. First, I dreamt a single rose Sprang forth upon the barren field. Oh, to touch it! So I longed! And there beside the rose I kneeled.  Reaching for it with my hand Naught, I felt, but stinging thorn. Into my heart there came a chill, And for the rose, I’d naught but scorn.  Again I dreamt, again I trod Across the lifeless icy fen. There before me from the rime Snow-white lilies sprang just then.  Oh, to touch them! So I longed! Beside the lilies, there I kneeled. Yet before they met my hand, Withering, their petals peeled.  I dreamt again of howling skies. Ice and wind, they bit and tore. On I trod, mile after mile Until I could go on no more.  At my feet, there bloomed a bloom The rarest one to ever grow: A lotus, fair and fiery – To warm my heart and melt the snow.  Now awake, I dream no more For I have found my heart’s desire. I tread no fens of frost and hoar, For e’er shall burn the lotus’ fire.

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by Tibs
 * Life runs like the tumbling dice We wager with each throw: Searching through the fire and ice Without the means to know. In answer to our questing dream Inspiring ardor's goal and stream Forever evolving each and other Falter not, my elder brother: Without the courage to carry on There is no quest, nor hope of dawn.  Faded in a shadowed veil The old man has his tales to tell: The journey of humanity Is very much the same to me.  Beyond the grave, and out of date In my heart I still relate. Time beyond and now time still Knowing how we really feel  Life and breath in every heart Timeless, ageless, works of art In this life are those who care: Between them bonds a common share.  Are hearts so odd at soulful root When moved to mourn the bitter fruit? When winging wild in twilit skies Or singing songs and lullabies Or kindling up the freedom flame What difference find, save flesh and name?  If naught is common in the bond That poets share, in soul beyond The reach of weak mortality, Then where is Man's nobility?

Trivia

 * The poems in this book were submitted by the community to the "Hearts of Britannia" Valentine’s Poetry Competition, hosted by the Bards of Poets’ Circle, on authority of Royal Warrant. In addition to the winning entries being bound into an in-game book, two winning entries received a Lord British Cloak or a Darkstarr Cloak, and two winning entries will be adapted to song and set to music, the sheets of which will also be available in-game.
 * The winners of the "Hearts of Britannia" Poetry Slam are DarthAussie, Amaranthus, Amber Raine, Malchor the Second, and Tibs.

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