Words of wisdom
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Words of wisdom
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A dark silouhette's steps breaks the silence of Troll's Bane's street, he stops by the northern gate, seats on a near-by rock by the light of a lantern. Neither his age nor gender can be determined by the weak glimmer of the flame. He unsheats a rolled parchment from his pocket, dips a feather in an ink bottle and starts scratching the material with the soaked tip. He then stands up slowly, cuts a deep harsh into a tree's trunk, extracting some of the substance coming out of the wooden wound, and uses it to stick the parchment on the wall.
It is when it dies, that we use wood;
Each twelve hours, the sun gets bored. But he comes back;
Even when you step back, you walk towards death;
There is more courage than talent in most successes;
There are wars that rage on, kings that die, women who cheat, humans making their ways to greatness, and peasants who know nothing about it;
Don't even judge, critique if you like, but thank from time to time;
There are two kinds of poets, those we don't read, and those we read again;
Half an apple and half an orange don't make a fruit;
Behind the lips, you can find teeth;
The best way to a man's heart is through his stomach, the best way to a woman's heart is through her pocket.
I do not expect you to understand these words, they're not written for this purpose. Simply read, admire and apply.
The note remains unsigned
A dark silouhette's steps breaks the silence of Troll's Bane's street, he stops by the northern gate, seats on a near-by rock by the light of a lantern. Neither his age nor gender can be determined by the weak glimmer of the flame. He unsheats a rolled parchment from his pocket, dips a feather in an ink bottle and starts scratching the material with the soaked tip. He then stands up slowly, cuts a deep harsh into a tree's trunk, extracting some of the substance coming out of the wooden wound, and uses it to stick the parchment on the wall.
It is when it dies, that we use wood;
Each twelve hours, the sun gets bored. But he comes back;
Even when you step back, you walk towards death;
There is more courage than talent in most successes;
There are wars that rage on, kings that die, women who cheat, humans making their ways to greatness, and peasants who know nothing about it;
Don't even judge, critique if you like, but thank from time to time;
There are two kinds of poets, those we don't read, and those we read again;
Half an apple and half an orange don't make a fruit;
Behind the lips, you can find teeth;
The best way to a man's heart is through his stomach, the best way to a woman's heart is through her pocket.
I do not expect you to understand these words, they're not written for this purpose. Simply read, admire and apply.
The note remains unsigned
Two days later, the same person, stepping into the night, his feature cannot be seen due to the shadows created by his cloak, walks by the parchment and starts scratching a few words on it.
He who's house is made of glass, shouldn't throw rocks.
"If I was this bastard's tree, I would find poison in the earth of my roots, and come out with fruits that kill."
He wears his only medal, His neighboor has many but wears none.
He's as blind as justice and as deaf as bards."
He who's house is made of glass, shouldn't throw rocks.
"If I was this bastard's tree, I would find poison in the earth of my roots, and come out with fruits that kill."
He wears his only medal, His neighboor has many but wears none.
He's as blind as justice and as deaf as bards."
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