I forgot to include the following credits to the ReadMe file. Sorry!

Poetry by Agust Vernhardsson. Thank you Gusti for kindly allowing us to use your beautiful poems:“To Be In love”-Leina’s love letter from Govan Duvain.. “In The Gloom Of Despair”, “Hope”, “ The Pain”, and “Of All Things Beautiful”- Leina’s replies to PC’s request for a tale.

To Be In Love:

"Once I was lonely and had no aim in life,
I had no future, and no need of a wife,
I had no dreams and no longings to fulfil,
But God only knows I don‘t feel that way still.

All that it took was a touch from a butterfly,
The most tender of creatures, for which I would die,
All that it took was a voice so gentle and sweet
To make me put my heart right there at her feet.

So now in my life I have but one goal,
To give her my heart, to give her my soul,
To share with her forever,yes forever as one,
To hold her heart high in the warmth of the sun.

Till eternity comes and forever beyond,
Nothing can break our loves tender bond,
Nothing can take my heart from her side,
NOTHING can stop me from making her my bride.

Yes it is love that sustains me, every day of my life,
It is love that has brought me to wanting her as my wife,
It is love that forever is beating in my heart,
It is that will assure that we never shall part.

I go down on my knees and so humbly I plea,
If she‘ll grant me my wish, if she‘ll make my dreams be
All that I long for, if she‘ll give me her hand,
Will she make me the happiest man in the land?"

Dar The Half-Orc:

"I bring you this song, one of courage, of faith,
of a hero who emerged from the north.
This hero was shunned, where e‘er that he walked,
for this hero I speak of, is Dar The Half-Orc.

Dar took to the roads, in search of his dream,
A dream of acceptance, a place to call home.

Despised and rejected in the land of his birth
his heart, he kept noble and pure.
He travelled his road, helping where e‘er that he could,
never leaving the path of the righteous and good.

Dar took to the roads, in search of his dream,
A dream of acceptance, a place to call home.

Fate, she watched o‘er him, of his dream she well knew,
of the truth of his heart, of all he aspired to do.
*I will give this Half-Orc a chance in this life,
will he trust, will he follow or will he continue his strife?*

Dar took to the roads, in search of his dream,
A dream of acceptance, a place to call home.

Dar looked at the portal, his face clouded with doubt,
new friends all around him, they urged he should follow.
In their eyes was acceptance, ‘twas his dream that he saw,
so with a prayer to Ilmater, he stepped through the strange door.

Dar entered the portal, hope leapt in his heart.
A hope for his future, a place he‘d call home."

Dar The half Orc was in fact my attempt at writing a *ditty* and not Gusti's. I'd hate for him to read this and think such amateurish verse was being accredited to him.

Wow, Jan, I have never known you write poems! Great poetry! <-- a flower to you

Thank you Vlad for your kind words and for the flower which I'll cherish always...or I would if I could pick it.
No matter I'll take and cherish the thought instead.