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Art of the Bard This page is dedicated to the art and writings of Thaumus the Bard, and the stories he has to tell.

09/24/2026

Calmness in a stormy sea, The light that beseeches me. Guide me with your tender hand, Against whatever comes, please help me to stand

09/19/2026

A snippet of poetry

From the peaks of Malgador, where the moon and stars doth weep, the Architect seeks the paths unseen. With eyes like twilight and a sword that never sleeps, He walks among us, a shadow's ancient dream.

09/17/2026

Snippets of Poetry

In the shadows cast by mountains old and vast, An old god stands against the dice that have been cast. His sword sings songs of the Shadow’s Might, Yet the darkness laughs as it devours the dying light.

09/16/2026

A snippet of poetry.

Deep within Umbrafall, where the throng of people sing, There stands the Architect, ancient as the moon, his origin woven with secrets untold, and the power he wields, with whispers echoing of his impending doom.

09/14/2026

A snippet, and a snappet, of poetry:

The look of resignation and betrayal, were etched upon his weary face, But in his eyes, forgiveness held captive, for the people who he once had saved.

A slightly older snippet of fantasy poetry that I revised last night, paired with a drawing from five years ago. I need ...
09/10/2026

A slightly older snippet of fantasy poetry that I revised last night, paired with a drawing from five years ago. I need to draw me again.

Across the lands of Aeserune, the Long Winter has laid siege, To every town and providence, for both commoner and liege. The last of the old gods, the Architect was his name, betrayed and immortally wounded, by the very people he had saved.

09/09/2026

Your shadow smells delicious…like nightmares wrapped in fear, I’m going to tear it from your feet…and hang it from Lysonian’s Pier.

An older sketch from like April or something, decided to just draw a bit over it in procreate.
08/26/2026

An older sketch from like April or something, decided to just draw a bit over it in procreate.

A poem/song I’ve been working on. Obviously not factual about my mother, because she didn’t die from cancer.Silent Echoe...
08/15/2026

A poem/song I’ve been working on. Obviously not factual about my mother, because she didn’t die from cancer.

Silent Echoes
A Song of Broken Heartedness
Written By Thaumus the Bard

Where have you gone, and why did you leave, Mother won’t you please come back to me? I cried nightly when cancer took you away, These are my brokenhearted pleas.

Years went by, and still no message from you, I did not know what else to do. And so l crawled into my coffined bed, staring up into the dark, lying there with pleading eyes, lying there with a broken heart.

Silence echoes back to me across the night, Ashen tears stream from my darkened eyes, All is over, I have lost the final fight, And all that’s left is for me to die.

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