Today the bards' guild together on the guild channel and wrote
a poem, each of us contributing one line and passing it on to
another guildmember. Some of us were getting a bit silly towards
the end, but all in all it was a good effort.

With lightness of a feather and grace like of a swan,
The little girl began her dance at dawn
Step by step, rise and fall, elequent poise with style drawn
Lightly flowing with the current strong
As if she was floating on the mist of a silent song.

As the music slowed, the dance came to a gloomy end
Quickly replaced by the warm smile of a friend.
And another warm dance is just around the bend.
Perfect technique and unparrelled grace, a perfect performance ended
divinely
Leaves this poem finishing timely.

by Maegen, Briahana, Tamriel, Dumas, Torpeur, Freoto, Zelk, and Lixion

Penned by my hand on the 20th of Scarlatan, in the year 351 AF.