At the Empire of Bards, we play seriously with words. Here are few excerpts from one of our recent freestyle sessions. Enjoy.
[6/28, 8:23 PM] Teniola: Reel me in to the real deal
That my enemies may at my command flee
[6/28, 8:26 PM] Aralola: Power to the plain, sanity to deranged samples
Our ugly cheeks seek pretty dimples
[6/28, 8:28 PM] Mojisola: 'twill cling to our skin forever, every rivulet of dew our lover spray us, twill leave our conscience purer, floods of blood from the cross of our redeemer
[6/28, 8:42 PM] Teniola: True power lies in wisdom not strength
Neither is it for the feeble but the intent
[6/28, 8:48 PM] Aralola: My tree, remember me from the days we used to talk?
Now the lineage sulks, I don't know you anymore.
[6/28, 9:05 PM] Aralola: Tree of hope, do not mope
If you do, tears will my thumb grope.
[6/28, 9:09 PM] Teniola: I bid my belief in this ageless tree
Indeed it is gift of life and very free
[6/28, 9:11 PM] Tunmise: That tree that doomed men to suffer woe
Has never ceased a season to grow
[6/28, 9:12 PM] Aralola: I feed on relief from a fruitless tree;
Now, I desire for me a filling spree.
[6/28, 9:38 PM] Teniola: Falling trees go to sleep
Rising ones wake to grow deep
[6/28, 9:42 PM] Aralola: On the flip side of much is dearth
But life's plenty will end with death.....
Words have power. We are born to speak life.
