The Kitin

Kitin, kitin, burning black,

In the shadows of the dark;

What immortal hand or eye,

Could frame thy fearful imagery?

In what darkened shoot or root,

Gleams the opal of thine suit?

On what coat dare we admire?

What the shell, the sheen sapphire?

In what nesting, which prime core?

Echo the chillness of thine roar?

And when thy roar began to break,

What dread claws?  In what dread lake?

Where the water, what the goo?

In what soil was thy brew?

Whence moonbeam?  On what sharp stick?

Dares its deadly terror pricks?

When Ma-Duk reined in his steed,

And watered Atys with his seeds.

Did he or Jena smile to see?

Did they who made the yubo made thee?

Kitin, kitin, burning black,

In the shadows of the dark;

What immortal hand or eye,

Could frame thy fearful imagery?


- Fyrx

It’s not easy being blue;
Having to spend each day the color of Fijoo
When I think it could be nicer being teal, or violet or pink…
Like the hair on Pero’s head.

It’s not easy being blue.
It seems you blend in with so many other Atys things.
And homins tend to aggro drag you over, cause you’re
not standing out like flashy Trykers in the water
or sexy Matis guys.

But blue’s the color of the lakes.
And blue can dig and be healer-like.
And blue can be big like Kipeekoo, or important like Kirokya
or tall just like me.

When blue is all that one should be
With unique masks in honor of Kami.
Wonder, I am blue and it’ll do fine, it’s beautiful!
And I think it’s what I want to be.

Among the militia numerous and proud
On a mektoub taller than clouds,
Sideburns in the wind, looking afar,
Leaving behind the fiendish frahar,
Ready for adventure: Muffins!

All-embracing, healer of all,
A careplanner inspiring awe,
A companion, a guide,
Eager to share and never to hide,
Sweet-humored, kind-hearted: Muffins!

From the clutches of Kamihood
To the senselessness of Perohood,
A conversion sweet as the moon,
Fierce on the hunt, hardly a swoon,
Dedicated and stubborn: Muffins!

From compulsive yubokiller
To most avid lobster-boiler,
Now drinking tea, beaten, broken,
Let’s all sip a cup in Fairhaven
And dunk cookies with sweet Muffins!

(Happy birthday from us all!)

Master Pero is a tryker
A leader really cool
I never understand the lore in his head
But I love to wear his jewels
And he always makes some mighty fine jewels

Chorus:
Crafting jewels for the guild
Eating alligator – grilled.
Hey, guildies that go swimming in the Aeden sea.
Tease ol’ Pero with me

If I were an Master Digger
I’ll tell you what I’d do
I’d blow up all the jugs and the vor and the kinchers
And dig sup mats for you.

Chorus:
Crafting armor for the guild
Wearing chaps that kill
Hey, guildies that go swimming in the Aeden sea.
Tease ol’ Pero with me

You know Pero loves the ladies
Loves each and every one
As a master healer and a fan of hornchers
He’s reached that Perofection
I said that’s Perofection

Chorus:
Cheers for Pero
Leader of our guild
Grab and throw him in to the Aeden sea
Then use speedrun to flee

-

Don’t go walking by the lakeside alone in the pale moonlight.
Kami will come up upon you child with no earthly body in sight,
come up upon you child and he’ll whisper something sweet
then take you where the waters rise so high and run so deep.
You gotta pledge your soul to Jena deep inside.
Gotta pledge your soul to Jena deep inside.
Put your faith in Jena child, when the Kamis come nigh.

-

Now when I was just a little Tryker my mama said to me,
“Beware of the Kami my child but if by chance you should meet,
beware of his cold dark eyes full of bold and unholy deceit.
He’ll tempt you with a whirling pool of lies
and promises that he’ll deny, that he’ll never keep.”
You gotta pledge your soul to Jena deep inside.
Gotta pledge your soul to Jena deep inside.
Put your faith in Jena child, when the Kamis come nigh.

Your beauty is fulfillment.

Your Glory is so secure.

You are the flames of fashion fire

impossible to not admire.

A symmetry of Perofection,

A hymn to space and time,

Your visage is so imperofate

It can only be divine.

My love for you is so complete,

A willing slave am I

To the master of the Lakelands

Legend, Luminary, Hero

PERO!, PERO!,PERO!.