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Ode of Vomera
Who are we and what is our place?
Are we the only living creatures in the darkness of space?
The evening sky is painted with numerous stars
Vainly we look up at them as if they know who we are.
Vomera is our beautiful home
With the vast and harsh tundra of Ascremaux
And the Vicious Mountains of Chardigue
If you don’t die from the cold, you will of the waters of Chardigue.
Poor Mazoche lies forgotten in the corner
Where the terrible winds and powerful waves can make any drunk man sober
The Vicious Mountains continue through Moesplia and Erfugdak
Care for a lovely stay at a brothel in Flaksbak?
Fancy for a trip through the deserts of Moesplia?
If you survive the quick sands and reach Udianil, you’ll be greeted with a glass of Sangria
The tropical paradise of Roli and Stokkhel and their Varangian wine
Its exquisite taste not of this world is very divine
The Ashen Heights of Kogurna are always heavy
With smoke and ash when the volcano is ready
To erupt once more, and be seen even from Agax Seucai
Where the ashen clouds rise high in the sky
Yet despite all the dangers, Vomera is our home
Free and all ours to roam.
Are we the only living creatures in the darkness of space?
The evening sky is painted with numerous stars
Vainly we look up at them as if they know who we are.
Vomera is our beautiful home
With the vast and harsh tundra of Ascremaux
And the Vicious Mountains of Chardigue
If you don’t die from the cold, you will of the waters of Chardigue.
Poor Mazoche lies forgotten in the corner
Where the terrible winds and powerful waves can make any drunk man sober
The Vicious Mountains continue through Moesplia and Erfugdak
Care for a lovely stay at a brothel in Flaksbak?
Fancy for a trip through the deserts of Moesplia?
If you survive the quick sands and reach Udianil, you’ll be greeted with a glass of Sangria
The tropical paradise of Roli and Stokkhel and their Varangian wine
Its exquisite taste not of this world is very divine
The Ashen Heights of Kogurna are always heavy
With smoke and ash when the volcano is ready
To erupt once more, and be seen even from Agax Seucai
Where the ashen clouds rise high in the sky
Yet despite all the dangers, Vomera is our home
Free and all ours to roam.
Published 28th Jun 2018
| Edited 29th Jun 2018
Author's Note
This is a typical song most Vomerians (people who live on the continent of Vomera) would sing out of nostalgia and pride for their home. Vomera lies across the White Ocean from the second continent, Agax Seucai. Books 3 and 4 will take place on Vomera.
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Anonymous
28th Jun 2018 9:01pm
Amazing job dear poetess!!
Absolutely loved this one!!
Your descriptions paint of vivid picture of the world. Stunning!!
Absolutely loved this one!!
Your descriptions paint of vivid picture of the world. Stunning!!
28th Jun 2018 9:04pm
28th Jun 2018 9:18pm
this deserves to become the setting for a novel...rich landscapes inhabited by equally lush personalities...
28th Jun 2018 9:19pm
This actually is one continent I'm working on for a fantasy series. If you read "The Raven's Curse", I explain a bit more over there.
Thanks for your comment!
Thanks for your comment!
29th Jun 2018 4:02am
beautifully described world, I certainly want to drink the Varangian wine - I have a spare empty bucket :-)))))
Excellent write :-))))))
Excellent write :-))))))
29th Jun 2018 4:04am
The Vomerians certainly love their Varangian wine. Thanks for your comment, and for the follow!
29th Jun 2018 4:41am
29th Jun 2018 4:43am
