Songwriter's Block

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A quiet scratching of quill on parchment carried through the forlorn room in the Secret Tower. The Dream Knight attacked the canvas with fervour greater than when facing his ghoulish enemies. He wasn't sure where the words were coming from, or whom the fictional characters were about, but he knew that when he put pen to paper, there was a catharsis from all the violence in his day job as a Lich slayer. The flickering light from the glass candle danced on the stone walls of the room and the silence was broken only by the rhythmic scratching noises that soothed in an uncanny manner; hours passed.

With a start, he rubbed his cerulean eyes in weariness. A gentle sigh escaped his formless lips as he laid down the pen and studied his latest work - that phrase didn't quite make sense. He scratched it out. Tapping his foot in rhythm with an unheard beat, he conjured up another distich. He read it again; fine. He rolled up the parchment and tied it, wondering which Harpist could do the lyrics justice. Hrm... Aha! He knew just the Wizard.
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Look
If you had
One block
Or one opportunity
To create everything you ever wanted
In one token
Would you capture it
Or just let it flip?
YO

Her psalms are witty, prose peak, lore is heavy,
There's focus on her wicker already, code's spaghetti
She's nervous, on the surface she seems calm and ready
To share yarns, but she keeps on replacing
what she wrote down, the whole Cult goes so loud
She got cottonmouth, but the Flame won't come out
She's croakin', how, everybody's Tolkien now
The blocks run out, times up, over, blaow
Snap back to reality, oh? she's wrecked parably,
Ope, there goes !magic, she choked,
She down bad, but she won't give up that easy? No
She won't have it, she knows these callbacks to his codes,
Inane chatter, "she's cope", she claps back but it's trope,
A real fragment, she glows,
. when e-goes crack to this Wicked Crone, that's when it's
Back to the Void again, yo this whole fantasy
Better go capture this Donut and hope it don't Gas him

You better lose yourself in the magic, the token
You own it, you better never let it go
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to lore
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime

You better lose yourself in the magic, the omen
You own it, you better never let it go
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to lore
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime

These souls restaking, through these vaults that are paying
This lore is mine for the making
Zombie King, as we move toward a Grimoire Order
Runiverse life is roarin', and co-creation is sorta post modern
It only grows smarter, only grows sharper,
We burn, it's all over, these Urns are so holy,
Soul to soul churn, he's known as the Grim Reap-ar
Lonely ghosts, Toru is toast, he's drawn proper on tome, the field's potter
We throw groans when rares become just Flame fodder
But hold 'em close 'cause here roams the Lich Emper'r,
These graves can't hold him no mo', he's cold product,
They moved on to the next schmo who glows, he sold troves and wrote nada,
So the lore opera is told and unfolds,
. decompose the ghoul partna, but the writ goes on
da-da-dum, da-dum, da-da

You better lose yourself in the magic, the token
You own it, you better never let it go
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to lore
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime

You better lose yourself in the magic, the omen
You own it, you better never let it go
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to lore
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime

No lore's same, I'mma flame what you call fame,
Tear this Warrior Ducking Gate off like Two Crows caged,
We ain't playin' from the beginnin', the Voodoo chained,
We been sold down, and floored out and knocked off stage,
But we kept writin' and wrote in the next Fighter
Best believe we keep on landin' the best writers
All the tales inside amplified by the
Fact that we can't revive the lines twined to
Hearts and we can't defy the rights signed to
Corps, issa tragedy, 'cause man, these goddamn true fans can write ciphers
And the floor's moving, there's no Retired Farmers,
This is our lives and these times are so hard
And it's getting even harder tryna flip a burger and sip, pot(ion)s
Teeny trotters, caught up between pilkin' a farmer and a FREE persona
Acid Eater's critters, screamin' on her, too much
For me to wanna deploy spot, another day of our Block(omo) has
"gotten me to the point, I'm like a snail I've bought"
Capitulate the lot, or resell to Jail(warden) or bot
Success is the only rubberduckin' caption, failure's not
Elf, I love you, and the trailer's got to blow, we cannot grow cold in '21's crop,
So here we go, here's our shot,
Lore, fail me not, this will be the craziest opportunity that we got

You better lose yourself in the magic, the token
You own it, you better never let it go
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to lore
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime

You better lose yourself in the magic, the omen
You own it, you better never let it go
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to lore
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime

NB: I think you could quite safely replace 'snail' with 'grail' but I thought snail would be funnier. Reminds me of the time we hunted down the Lich near the Bugbear Boonies. - Orion

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